Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

“Then I’ll come back in three days.”

I tucked the slip into the folder beside the PI report and walked out of the branch before the clock over the door ticked over to ten.

Out on the sidewalk, I called Sarah.

“The account’s frozen.”

“Already? Really?”

“Already done.”

She said something I missed because a bus rumbled past.

Then: “Trent just posted a photo of a brand-new watch.”