Nineteen Thousand Dollars, a Forged Signature, and a Flight to the Dominican Republic
“Detective Rebecca Alvarez.
I work fraud and family crimes out of the second precinct.”
I stood up from the plastic chair.
Rebecca was shorter than me, but she carried a spiral notebook in her left hand and tapped it against her chin twice before she said anything else.
“Your husband is on a cruise,” she said.
“Somewhere in the Caribbean.”
“We put a watch on the manifest.
He and his mother booked through a travel agent in Norfolk.