The Night Eleanor Switched On the Clippers Was the Night Three Years of House Payments Came to an End

On the other end, I heard the quick double tap of Brenda’s tablet pen against her palm.

“He phoned the admin desk twice in October,” Brenda said.

“He introduced himself as your financial manager and asked to redirect forty percent of your direct deposit to a new joint account at a credit union on Marion Street.”

“And what did you tell him?” Frank asked into the speaker.

“I told him company policy requires written authorization from the employee, handed in in person,” Brenda said.

“He got defensive and hung up.