The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
“Then we need the bank to tell us who did.”
I collected the papers back into the folder.
“I’m heading to the branch on Fourth Avenue now.”
Chloe took a form out of her drawer and slid it across the table.
“Get certified withdrawal slips.
And ask for the signature card they have on file.
If they used a digital code, there’s a card somewhere.”
I left her office at eleven forty and drove right to the bank.