“He’s probably already moving the money.” Marcus’s voice shifted into something sharper, more purposeful. “Ray, I need to make a call to the fraud division. Today. Right now.” “Make it,” Ray said. He hung up and sat in his truck in the car park for a long moment. The flash drive on the passenger seat. The bright ordinary morning going about its business outside the windshield.
Marcus would handle the fraud division. That was his lane. Ray had his own call to make. He called Diane. She picked up after four rings, her voice careful and flat in the way it had been since the wedding. “I need to come over,” he said. “Today. This afternoon.” A pause. “Ray, I told you I need —” “I know what you told me.” He kept his voice even. “I’m asking anyway.