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

Then directly at me through the glass.

The brass nameplate on her desk read R.

OKONKWO, and she kept her hands clasped on a calendar that was still turned to October.

“I can tell you whatever I’m permitted to tell you,” she said.

The teller stood behind her holding a printout.

Okonkwo took it without raising her eyes.

I pushed the spreadsheet across the desk.

Thirty-six months at thirty-five hundred dollars apiece, and a twelve-dollar fee on every line.