Not as Ross, and not as Palmer.”

“Well, somebody did.” Nicole slid a second sheet out of the pile, a bank access log printed in gray columns.

“The same credentials your branch manager told you about.

Set up under your maiden name with your military social.

The first login was October 4, 2019.”

“That’s four days before my wedding.”

“That’s what the log shows.”

The eggs on her plate had gone stiff.