“You have ten minutes to log off your workstation and clear your desk,” Principal Evans added before stepping back out into the hall.

I powered down my computer, locked my filing cabinet, and drove straight to the Bank of Oak Creek on Main Street.

The bank lobby was quiet and smelled of floor wax and wet wool coats.

Lisa, the senior teller who had handled Frank’s hardware accounts for twenty years, waved me over to window three.

I put a printed funeral deposit invoice and my checkbook on the counter.

“I need to take sixteen hundred dollars out of Frank’s joint burial trust account to cover the funeral home deposit.”