Gregory leaned back against the vinyl booth and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Bank tellers make mistakes every day,” Gregory said.

“They probably looked up the wrong routing number.

Or maybe they just wanted to get a confused girl out of their lobby.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” I said.

“He knew her name.”

Pamela sighed loudly and picked up her water glass.

“This is getting incredibly embarrassing for all of usss,” Pamela said.