Paige headed for the glass door at the end of the line before the clerk finished his sentence.

Mr.

Vance sat behind a wide oak desk with two yellow highlighters next to his keyboard.

He took my photo ID, swiveled his monitor, and hit three keys.

“The twelve-thousand-dollar balance was paid out by cashier’s check on Thursday morning,” Mr.

Vance said.

“The money went directly to Oakwood Property Management.”

“That was our joint savings,” I said.