I stepped up and laid my driver’s license and account book on the marble counter.

“I need notarized transaction records for every outgoing transfer sent to Margaret Miller over the past twenty-four months.”

The teller typed on her keyboard for a moment.

Her screen flickered under the bright fluorescent light.

She stopped typing and peered at me over her glasses.

“Are you aware of the pending transaction on your secondary checking account from eight fifteen this morning?” she asked.

“I stopped every recurring transfer on Christmas Day,” I said.