I read the top line.

The authorization code was a string of letters and numbers I’d never seen in my life.

“Who can get at that code?” I asked.

“Anybody with the account number and the scanned signature on file.”

I folded the pages and tucked them in my jacket.

“I’ll come back with a subpoena,” I said.

Renee nodded and waved the next customer up.

I went out to the parking lot and sat in my car for a minute.