He laid the bank statements out side by side across the polished oak table.

“The twelve thousand dollars on Eleanor’s receipt came straight out of your monthly payroll contributions,” Frank said.

“Daniel was skimming your transfers the day after you deposited them.”

I looked down at the columns on the page.

The numbers lined up neatly across thirty-six straight months of marriage.

“This wasn’t a household spat over late nights,” Frank said quietly.

“This was a scheme to divert assets.”

“How long have they been moving money?” I asked.