“What was the woman’s full name again?” he asked.

“Rebecca Cole,” I said.

“Cole,” Arthur repeated, writing the four letters on a yellow legal pad in shaky cursive.

He laid the pen down beside the pad and leaned back in his swivel chair.

“A full state search and an independent investigator will cost you two thousand dollars,” he said.

“Two thousand,” I said.

“Two thousand,” Arthur said.

“That’s nearly every dollar left in your husband’s personal account.”