About the transfer.”

Her smile held, but her hand stopped reaching for the second bag.

“What transfer?”

“The one for a hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

She glanced at her building, then back at me.

“You really are doing this.

Turning a business decision into a family emergency.” I held up the printed copy from the bank and asked why the date on Chad’s document came before the date he had given her.

She glanced at it, handed it back, said he had updated the paperwork.