for Clara’s small cries.
Grant continued.
“Someone tried to authorize a twenty-seven-thousand-dollar transfer from our business reserve account.”
I looked at Brielle.
She stared at the floor.
My mouth went dry.
“But she needed my card.”
“No,” Thomas Vale said gently. “She needed your verification.”
I stared at him.
“What verification?”
“Your bank uses a secondary identity check for unusually large transfers. They had most of the information already. Account numbers. Your Social Security number. Your mother’s maiden name.”
Slowly, I turned toward Diane.
Thomas continued.
“What they didn’t have
