“Look at the name on the card line there,” I said.

“Tasha Lindstrom,” Ben said.

He glanced up at me.

“Is Sadie getting her hair done in Sioux Falls?”

“Sadie gets her hair trimmed for fifteen dollars at the place by the grocery store,” I said.

“She’s never set foot in a salon on Phillips Avenue.”

“Then who’s the deposit for?” Ben asked.

“Tasha’s got a daughter,” I said.