A woman in a gray wool suit sat at the end of the long table, a black leather folder closed in front of her.
“David, this is Special Investigator Vance from the state banking commission,” Julian said, not offering me a seat before he spoke.
I nodded to her and sat down.
Vance did not smile. She opened her folder to reveal a stack of signature cards and corporate ledger prints.
“Mr. Miller,” she said, using my last name. “We flagged an account at Brooklyn Union Bank that was opened five weeks ago under your business name, Miller Engineering Associates.”
“I only bank with Chase,” I said.
“We know,” Vance said. “But this account was opened using your federal tax identification number and your professional engineering license.”
She slid a document across the polished wood table.
It was an application for a commercial line of credit for seventy-five thousand dollars.
