was the rotating security code tied to the physical card.”
My hands started trembling.
The party.
The deposit.
The urgency.
They had never intended to borrow the money.
They had already tried to steal it.
“How?” I whispered.
Grant’s jaw tightened.
“That’s not all.”
Thomas laid several papers on the tray beside my bed.
“There are three credit accounts in your name that you didn’t open.”
My vision blurred.
“How much?”
He hesitated.
“Approximately one hundred and forty-six thousand dollars.”
I stared at him.
The number didn’t feel real.
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