Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
“You’ve already done the math.”
“I did it before you’d even sat down.”
He laid the pen flat on the desk, and that surprised me more than anything he’d said.
“We need the receiving account.
Not the memo line.
The bank, the account number, and whose name is on it.”
“I’ll go first thing tomorrow.”
“Take notes.