“I remember Mr.

Moreno.”

“Then where did six hundred thousand dollars go?” I asked.

The teller looked past my shoulder toward the closed door of the corner office.

“You’ll need to speak with our senior fraud investigator, Melissa Grant, but she’s out of the office until tomorrow morning.”

“Did my father withdraw that money himself?” I asked.

The teller closed the account file on her screen with a single keystroke.

“I’m not allowed to discuss transaction details without Miss Grant present.”