Rebecca pulled a second folding chair up to the metal table and set the black document case between us, its lock hanging loose where I had twisted it with the screwdriver.

“Start with the timeline,” she said.

“I want every date you can verify.”

I laid the printed pages side by side.

October twelfth, the day I left for deployment.

October fifteenth, the day Derek withdrew the money.

October eighteenth, the day Patricia booked the cruise.

October twentieth, the day they were supposed to fly.