The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children

“I know.

That’s the transaction I need certified slips for.”

She glanced at me, then back at the screen.

“The transfer was approved with a scanned digital signature code.”

“Whose code was it?”

“The account holder’s. An Arthur Mercer.”

I laid both hands flat on the counter.

“I’m Arthur Mercer.