I had also spoken with the bank’s fraud department.
The transfers appeared authorized by Daniel.
Nothing criminal on the surface.
The account existed legally.
I needed more information.
When Daniel entered the house, he carried the blue folder.
I was sitting in the living room.
Eleanor was nowhere in sight.
He stopped when he saw me.
“Where’s Mom?”
“Upstairs.”
He looked at my laptop.
“I thought you were taking care of the house.”
“I worked.”
His mouth tightened.
“You really aren’t quitting.”
“No.”
He laughed once.
“You made a fool out of me.”
I closed the laptop.
“I think you’re worried about the wrong thing.”
He stared.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I nodded toward the folder.
“What’s in there?”
His grip tightened.
“Nothing.”
“Then show me.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Why?”
“Because you’ve moved thirty thousand dollars from our joint savings into DCR Consulting Holdings.”
