“That’s four days from now,” Vance said.

“I need to be on a transport plane before she finds out her bank cards are getting declined,” I said.

“If I’m not standing in Texas when the money stops, she’ll take the kids and disappear.”

Vance picked his pen back up and tapped it on the desk again.

He looked past me at the map pinned to the wall.

“I’ll call the division adjutant tomorrow morning,” Vance said.