“October seventeenth,” Mark said.

“Nine twelve at night.”

“The same night forty-one hundred left the account,” I said.

“The same night.

The time stamp on the withdrawal is nine oh six.” He tapped the photo.

“They walked in six minutes later.” He circled the time with the cap of his pen.

I put the photo on top of the stack.

“There’s one more thing.” Mark pulled a receipt from his coat pocket.