Martha pressed her palms flat on her blotter and looked over at the teller line.

“I was across the street at the diner on my lunch break from eleven to twelve on Wednesday,” she said.

“Who was at your desk?” I asked.

“My desk assistant, Kevin,” Martha said.

“Evelyn called me an hour ago, so I took Kevin into the break room and asked him straight out.”

I leaned in toward the desk while a teller behind us fed a stack of bills through an electric counter.

“And what did Kevin say?” I asked.