CHAPTER 46
After an hour on the phone with my bank I was no closer to solving the mystery. Skipping lunch over the protests of my growling stomach had been a pointless sacrifice. Nobody could determine who had deposited the money, there was no way to send it back, and it had already been reported to the IRS as a suspicious transaction. Who would do this to me? It was quite deliberate, depositing one dollar over the limit to ensure the transaction was flagged. My first thought was Matteo, but when I checked with Nelda she didn't have any unexplained deposits. Maybe I was losing my mind. Was I blacking out, stealing art, and depositing my ill-gotten gains? Alternatively, if someone was gaslighting me they were doing a bang-up job. It had taken only two days for me to question my sanity. I a
