The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
I never approved that transfer.”
Renee’s fingers hung over the keyboard.
“The system has a signature card on file from three years ago,” she said.
“That’s what the digital code got matched to.”
“May I see the card?”
“I can’t release that without a subpoena.
But I can print the transaction log.”
She printed four pages and slid them through under the glass.