“It’s from one of those online loan companies, LightFi. Dear Margaret Mason, you have defaulted on your monthly repayments for the secured loan detailed below.” Jet scanned the page. “What the fuck? Thirty grand?” “What did you need thirty grand for?” “I didn’t need thirty grand, Billy,” she said, the annoyance shifting to him. “I didn’t do this. This wasn’t me.” She pointed at the letter, to the series of numbers listed after Bank Account Number. “This isn’t my bank account. I didn’t get this money, didn’t take out any loan.”
