Someone had attempted an online transfer of twelve hundred dollars at two forty-five that afternoon.

Bank security algorithms had flagged and stopped the transaction because it was headed to an unverified outside routing number.

I zoomed in on the account details shown at the bottom of the alert window.

The transfer had been started with an old joint debit access number ending in four zero nine two.

That card number belonged to a secondary checking account Richard had opened five years ago when we bought our house on Maple Lane.

My mother had been added to that particular account as a temporary third-party co-signer to hold our earnest money while Richard was working out of state.