The name landed. Samuel went very still. “I don’t know what you think you —” “You married her quickly. Cash gifts at the wedding. Joint account opened two months before the ceremony.” Ray kept his voice level, factual, the voice of a man reading items from a list. “She filed for divorce thirteen months later. The account was empty by then.” He paused.
“You were going to do the same thing here. You already started. The account you opened with Diane three months before the wedding — Marcus Webb has been talking to the fraud division since this morning.” Diane made a small sound from somewhere behind Ray. He didn’t turn around. Samuel stood up.