This was an era that was still far from entering the information age, and everything was still preserved on "paper," the ultimate medium.
That meant interstate access was far more difficult than people imagined! At the same time, it also meant that as long as Charlie used those already "legal" accounts of hers, the hunters would find her.
Whether she withdrew money or used a check, the bank would contact the bank where the account had been opened to verify that the customer actually had enough money before processing the transaction.
To hide her whereabouts, Charlie had not signed an interregional authorization agreement, which meant she could never get around this problem.
Someone at the bank where she had opened her account had sold her information, and would keep selling it! There was no doubt that it was for the money.
Charlie was caught in a dilemma. If she used the money in the bank, her information would definitely be leaked.
If she did not use the money in the bank, she had very little left to spend.
Hiding in a cramped, foul-smelling little hotel with mold stains all over the walls, Charlie's expression grew even uglier as she looked at the little cash left in her pocket.
After running from the previous house, she had realized that her whereabouts had been exposed. Naturally, she would not go to the other two houses where she had never stayed.
She wandered outside, and money became increasingly important.
In the past, she would never have pinched every penny of any sum below ten thousand dollars. In her eyes back then, anything under ten thousand could not be considered money and did not deserve to be called money.
She needed to apologize for her former shallowness and ignorance. The money in her hands