Fitch said nothing. There was nothing left to say. Hargrove turned to Elias and when he did his expression shifted — the professional gravity giving way to something genuine. “Mr. Boone. I owe you an apology on behalf of this bank. What you experienced today was unacceptable.” He gestured toward the corridor.
“I’d like you to come with us. We’ll go through everything in Margaret’s file and make sure you leave with a clear understanding of everything she left you. It should have been done hours ago.” Elias stood in the middle of the lobby with the worn leather folder under his arm and his hat in his hand.