The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
“I’m the controller for Vance Commercial Properties.
I have the wire confirmations.”
“Read the date and the amount,” Chloe said.
“October eighth.
Forty-five thousand dollars.
From the Elsie Mercer Medical Trust into our operating account.” Paulson slid a single sheet across the rail.
“The digital signature code on the authorization matches Arthur Mercer’s account access, but the IP address belonged to Mrs.
Mercer’s phone.”