The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
Chloe took the drive and dropped it in her bag.
She tapped another folder on the table.
“The forty-five thousand left the trust on the second.
It went into a private account.
I haven’t traced the next wire yet.”
“Where does it go after that?” I asked.
“That’s the question,” she said.
“The bank’s next.