Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
I’d been seeing that number on my own statements for three years and blaming it on some medical billing office.
Medical offices didn’t use member transfer codes.
Credit unions did.
I pulled up the calculator and finally did the math I’d been dodging all week.
The deposits had started out small.
Eleven hundred dollars that first fall, and around that for a year and a half.
Then they climbed, and for the last fourteen months the transfer had been exactly thirty-five hundred dollars.
The investigator had added it all up at the foot of page three in a box he’d drawn himself.