The diesel generators droned outside the plywood walls of the booth, a constant tremor under my boots.

“Okay, I’ve got your profile up,” Gregory said.

“I see the fifteen-thousand-dollar transfer.

It went through our system at nine eighteen this morning.”

“I never authorized that wire,” I said.

“You need to reverse it right now.

That savings account needs two signatures for any withdrawal over five thousand dollars.”

“It needed two signatures at first,” Gregory said.