“Out of the joint account?” Martinez asked.

“She went to the ATM by the grocery store,” I said.

“The machine ate the debit card.”

Martinez gave a low, rough grunt.

He took a pair of suede work gloves out of his jacket pocket.

“Thomas filed the freeze at nine,” I said.

“The bank manager had it in place by nine fifteen.

Her access to our joint money was cut off right away.”