Daniel stopped sorting his gas receipts and looked up from the floor.

“There was a second wire transfer in March for nine thousand dollars,” I said.

“Frank told me it was coded as a personal property acquisition.”

Daniel rubbed his left eyebrow with two fingers, pushing a thin crease into his forehead.

“I told you yesterday that the bank had a syncing glitch with my business accounts.”

“A syncing glitch doesn’t code a wire as personal property,” I said.

“Do you really need to interrogate me about every single dollar that moves through this household?” Daniel raised his voice, slipping into the smooth, fast push he used when clients questioned his monthly billing.