I tapped my wedding ring against the hard wooden edge of the table.

“You have ten seconds to explain this,” I told Daniel.

“She knows about the Friday transfer,” Daniel said.

“She’s the one who showed me how he set up the fake vendors.”

“She’s the one authorizing them,” I said.

Jasmine reached our booth.

She slid into the seat next to Daniel.

She smoothed the front of her coat.