The paper felt cold against my fingers.

Paige crossed her arms and tapped her right sneaker on the bank floor while the teller typed on his keyboard.

“We need every transaction on the joint account from the last thirty days,” I said.

“Including pending ones.”

“I can print the summary here,” the teller said, keeping his eyes on his screen.

“For cleared items over five thousand, you’ll need to go into Mr.

Vance’s office.”