Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic

I looked at his hands.

They were perfectly clean and tanned.

He had spent the last ten days drinking on a luxury ship while our daughter lay on a hard plastic couch.

“And you keep the nineteen thousand dollars,” I said.

“It’s already gone,” Derek said.

“You can’t get it back anyway.”

He leaned closer to me across the metal table.

“Just tell the detective we had an agreement,” Derek said.