There was a card in the back sleeve of the ledger, worn soft at the corners, with a number on it and the name Samantha Vance.

I dialed at 2:11.

“Mrs.

Gallagher.” She didn’t sound surprised.

“My father stamped my name on a wire sheet and moved forty-one thousand two hundred dollars.”

“Say that again slowly.”

When I finished, I heard a pen click twice.

“Bring me the original,” she said.