“He gave me the login PINs,” Valerie said, her voice rising as she pointed at Garrett.

“He had Rebecca’s old admin access codes saved on a flash drive in his desk.”

The side door to the executive floor opened, and Dale Owens came in carrying a thick, squared-up stack of white bank files.

He went straight to Frank Doyle and set the stack on top of Frank’s legal pad.

“These are the original digital authorization logs from First National Bank of Dallas,” Dale said, keeping his eyes on the paper.

“The forty-one-thousand-two-hundred-dollar withdrawal from your central payroll account went through on authorization form forty-two.