I asked the teller to see Frank Vance.

Frank came out of his glass office a few minutes later and led me back inside.

He gestured to a leather guest chair and sat down behind his large desk.

I handed him my Colorado driver’s license and the formal written demand Rebecca had outlined for me.

Frank adjusted his silver-framed reading glasses and read the single typed page.

He ran his index finger down the margin of the request.

“You’re requesting full copies of all home equity withdrawal slips,” Frank said.