The words hit like a blow in the quiet hallway.

“A judge will look at the nineteen thousand dollars missing from our savings account,” I said.

“And the cruise tickets you bought with it.”

Patricia let out a sharp, brittle laugh that crackled through the speaker.

“You think you have all the answers with your little military logistics brain, don’t you?” she asked.

“The police have the transfer paperwork,” I said.

“Detective Rebecca has the file.”