Have your lawyer call my lawyer about my lawyer calling your lawyer.” He grabbed his cup and stood up.

“Five hundred thousand, Sloane.

I’m not going to ask a second time.”

He left the cardboard sleeve on the table.

The bank’s conference room looked out over the parking lot and had a white plastic clock that ran eleven minutes behind.

The officer’s reading glasses were pushed up into her hair while she typed.

“Here’s what I can print without a subpoena,” she said.

“Every authorization attempt on the corporate account for the last six months.