Further down the screen, in a section I’d never opened, there was an outgoing transfer.

July eleventh.

To an account ending in 4471.

And in the memo line, typed like a license plate: VADOT 88 4417 P.

“Who does four four seven one belong to?”

“No idea.” Bell copied the code down one letter at a time.

“But that isn’t a bank format.

That’s somebody typing in a reference by hand.”