“You’re going to the base,” she said.

It wasn’t a question.

“I’m going to the base.”

Captain Douglas had the bank printouts laid out in two rows across his desk, and he moved one sheet to the middle of the second row before I sat down.

“Read me that number again.”

“Four four seven one, then zero eight.”

He ran his pen down a column of small print, then back up.

Then he laid the pen down and pointed its tip at a single line.