Chapter 6 — Every Dollar

I opened my banking app first, because money always tells the truth about people faster than they tell it about themselves.

The household account had been emptied.

Not reduced, not overdrawn — emptied, to the dollar, swept clean.

And the money had not simply vanished into the air.

It had been routed, in a series of transfers, into three separate accounts I did not recognize, which is the behavior not of a person handling an emergency but of a person moving stolen goods.