“My firm has nothing to do with Mark,” I said.
“He is family, David,” she said. “Now unfreeze the account before we are stranded here.”
“Goodbye, Mother.”
I hung up before she could reply.
I plugged a black flash drive into the side of my laptop.
I selected the video files from the living room camera.
I dragged them into an encrypted folder on my laptop.
I closed the laptop lid with a soft click and set it on the bedside table next to Maya’s plastic water pitcher.
She looked up from her pillows, her face still pale under the harsh fluorescent lights of Methodist Hospital. Her right hand was pressed flat over her surgical incision, a protective habit she had kept since the emergency C-section.
I slid my phone out of my pocket and unlocked the screen to show her the bank statement Julian had printed for me. “The transfer cleared four hours after I flew to Munich.”
