Holloway’s corporate access key.”

I picked up the white slip and pressed its edges flat against my palm.

“Does this change stop me from taking cash out of our emergency account?”

“Any in-person transaction over five hundred dollars now needs Mr.

Holloway’s signed counter authorization.”

“Thanks for checking,” I said, folding the slip and tucking it into my purse next to the jewelry receipt.

At ten past eight that evening, Grant was sitting at the mahogany desk in the study of our colonial.