Major Hannah Nolan Comes Home to Chesapeake and Discovers Nineteen Thousand Dollars Gone
He turned his laptop toward me.
The video still showed Patricia’s face through the windshield, one hand on the wheel, and Derek in the passenger seat with a suitcase wedged between his knees.
I had watched it eleven times.
On the eleventh I noticed the date stamp in the corner, a Tuesday, two days before Lily ran out of cereal.
“We’ve got enough for a filing,” Douglas said.
“Not enough for a guarantee.”