“Just Derek and Patricia.”

“They booked the flights back in August,” Rebecca said.

I looked at the credit card purchase date at the bottom of the page.

August twelfth.

Two full months before my deployment was originally supposed to end.

“They used my savings to buy a permanent escape,” I said.

I handed the flight confirmation back to Rebecca, who folded it once and slid it into a clear plastic evidence bag.

Marcus pulled a second envelope from the back of the drawer.