Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement
“I need the destination details on a recurring transfer.
Thirty-six months.
Thirty-five hundred dollars, on the first of every month.”
She typed.
“What’s the account number?”
I gave her the joint checking number and the range of dates.
She typed some more, and her eyebrows pulled together.
“I’ll need to see your ID for this one,” she said.
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