Near the bottom of the first page, a single printed line caught my eye.

It was a wire transfer of 12,500 dollars, marked outgoing to an external routing number.

I checked the printed date in the left margin.

The transfer had happened on the fourth of February.

Daniel walked into the kitchen holding his empty glass water bottle.

“Look at this line right here,” I said.

I pointed to the row of bold black numbers on the thick paper.

Daniel set his bottle on the counter and leaned over the statement.