“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.