“Your husband’s desk is on the second floor of this very building,” he said.

“I know where his desk is.”

He laid the draft down and pulled a hold form out of a drawer.

“Checking, savings, and the two linked sub-accounts.

Nothing moves until the hearing.”

“There’s one other thing.” He tapped a key and turned the monitor toward me.

“The authorization on your account was filed with a notarized power of attorney.

Dated March ninth.”