I got into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut hard.

“The accounts are frozen,” I said.

“She can’t touch one more dime of our money.”

Martinez shifted into gear and drove out of the bank lot.

“She takes lunch at eleven thirty,” Martinez said.

“If she tries to pay for food with that card, she’ll find out fast.”

“I don’t care if she finds out at a restaurant,” I said.

“She can’t get back into the house without the new security code.”