Designated Hitter (Reedsville Roosters Book 4) by Holley Trent Page B
Authors: Holley Trent
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“The loan is showing it was paid off. You should be receiving the title information soon.”
Quinn pulled the phone away from his head and rubbed his ear. Surely, he’d misheard her. “I’m sorry? Are you looking at the right account?”
“Confirm the last four digits of your social security number for me, please.”
“8012.”
“A Silverado, correct?”
“Yes. That’s what it is.”
“It’s showing paid.”
“That can’t be.”
“It was paid off several weeks ago. If it were an error of funds being applied to wrong account, I think we would have reversed it by now. Also, the payment was for the exact balance down to the penny, so it doesn’t seem likely that was a mistake.”
Gary made a come-on-tell-me-what’s-happening swish of his hand.
Quinn held up a finger, because he still had no idea. “Um, let me ask you one more thing. Can anyone pay off an account?”
“As long as they have the right information. It’s harder to do by phone, obviously, because we have certain account protections in place, but by mail, we generally don’t question the origins of a check.”
“Is that what it was? A check?”
“Mmm. I can’t tell with the information I’ve given. If it were a check, we’d have to jump through a few hoops to be able to trace it back.”
“I’m…” The fuck? “Uh, look, I don’t want to do a whole bunch of extra work. I just don’t understand how it could be paid. I guess I’ll check back in a few days and see if it’s been reversed or whatever.”
“I really doubt it will be, Mr. Hathaway. As I said, it was paid off several weeks ago. Are you sure you didn’t give anyone access to your account or leave a bill laying around?”
“Nope. Nobody even knew about my status except—” He clamped his lips on the words. Gary knew. His mother knew, and she sure as shit didn’t have any money. And Marina knew.
Marina. Fuck.
“Fuck,” he spat, because just thinking it didn’t feel good enough.
“I’m sorry?” the agent asked.
“I apologize. I just realized something. Thank you for your time, okay? I appreciate it.” He ended the call and jogged to his room.
Gary followed closely at his heels, and when Quinn stood from rooting under the bed for the box he kept his financial statements in, he shook his head. “Don’t ask me anything yet. I need to see if this hunch I have is just paranoia.”
Please let it be.
He found his student loan servicer’s number and called it. He was so agitated and his hands were shaking so badly that it took him three attempts to input his account number and PIN.
Gary sat on the edge of the bed, watching quietly.
Quinn held his breath as the computer retrieved the balance.
“ Your account was paid in full on… ”
“Fuck.” Quinn tossed the phone onto the bed and gave his hair a tug. “Why the hell did she do that?”
“Who?” Gary asked.
“Had to have been Marina. Who the hell else would it have been?”
“Oh.” Gary leaned back onto his elbows, brow furrowed, but tone lighter than it was before. “But why are you so upset about it? It’s not like the Cassavetes don’t have money to burn. Shit, I’d love it if one of my clients offered to pay off my bills out of the goodness of her heart.”
“Marina is not a client,” Quinn hissed.
Gary put up his hands. “Okay. Okay. Not a client.”
“She’s my girlfriend.”
Gary nodded. His expression might have been neutral enough, but skepticism poured off him in waves. Pissed as he was at the assertion that his relationship with Marina was anything but aboveboard, maybe Gary was entitled to his incredulity.
Who does shit like that without even asking?
Agitated, he paced at the bedside and tried to make sense of it all.
Why’d she do it?
“We’re talking about fifty-five thousand dollars on those two loans,” he told Gary. “I’m not even going to check the rest. It’s just going to get me more upset. Why
“The loan is showing it was paid off. You should be receiving the title information soon.”
Quinn pulled the phone away from his head and rubbed his ear. Surely, he’d misheard her. “I’m sorry? Are you looking at the right account?”
“Confirm the last four digits of your social security number for me, please.”
“8012.”
“A Silverado, correct?”
“Yes. That’s what it is.”
“It’s showing paid.”
“That can’t be.”
“It was paid off several weeks ago. If it were an error of funds being applied to wrong account, I think we would have reversed it by now. Also, the payment was for the exact balance down to the penny, so it doesn’t seem likely that was a mistake.”
Gary made a come-on-tell-me-what’s-happening swish of his hand.
Quinn held up a finger, because he still had no idea. “Um, let me ask you one more thing. Can anyone pay off an account?”
“As long as they have the right information. It’s harder to do by phone, obviously, because we have certain account protections in place, but by mail, we generally don’t question the origins of a check.”
“Is that what it was? A check?”
“Mmm. I can’t tell with the information I’ve given. If it were a check, we’d have to jump through a few hoops to be able to trace it back.”
“I’m…” The fuck? “Uh, look, I don’t want to do a whole bunch of extra work. I just don’t understand how it could be paid. I guess I’ll check back in a few days and see if it’s been reversed or whatever.”
“I really doubt it will be, Mr. Hathaway. As I said, it was paid off several weeks ago. Are you sure you didn’t give anyone access to your account or leave a bill laying around?”
“Nope. Nobody even knew about my status except—” He clamped his lips on the words. Gary knew. His mother knew, and she sure as shit didn’t have any money. And Marina knew.
Marina. Fuck.
“Fuck,” he spat, because just thinking it didn’t feel good enough.
“I’m sorry?” the agent asked.
“I apologize. I just realized something. Thank you for your time, okay? I appreciate it.” He ended the call and jogged to his room.
Gary followed closely at his heels, and when Quinn stood from rooting under the bed for the box he kept his financial statements in, he shook his head. “Don’t ask me anything yet. I need to see if this hunch I have is just paranoia.”
Please let it be.
He found his student loan servicer’s number and called it. He was so agitated and his hands were shaking so badly that it took him three attempts to input his account number and PIN.
Gary sat on the edge of the bed, watching quietly.
Quinn held his breath as the computer retrieved the balance.
“ Your account was paid in full on… ”
“Fuck.” Quinn tossed the phone onto the bed and gave his hair a tug. “Why the hell did she do that?”
“Who?” Gary asked.
“Had to have been Marina. Who the hell else would it have been?”
“Oh.” Gary leaned back onto his elbows, brow furrowed, but tone lighter than it was before. “But why are you so upset about it? It’s not like the Cassavetes don’t have money to burn. Shit, I’d love it if one of my clients offered to pay off my bills out of the goodness of her heart.”
“Marina is not a client,” Quinn hissed.
Gary put up his hands. “Okay. Okay. Not a client.”
“She’s my girlfriend.”
Gary nodded. His expression might have been neutral enough, but skepticism poured off him in waves. Pissed as he was at the assertion that his relationship with Marina was anything but aboveboard, maybe Gary was entitled to his incredulity.
Who does shit like that without even asking?
Agitated, he paced at the bedside and tried to make sense of it all.
Why’d she do it?
“We’re talking about fifty-five thousand dollars on those two loans,” he told Gary. “I’m not even going to check the rest. It’s just going to get me more upset. Why
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