I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

were told?”

“That’s what he did,” I said, defensive now. “I grew up with him. I know—”

“What you were allowed to know,” Chen interrupted gently. He turned his computer monitor toward me. The screen showed account information, transaction histories, numbers that didn’t make sense.

“This card,” he said, tapping the plastic that Jessica had apparently sent continue reading …