“He wired four hundred thousand in November and eight hundred thousand in January,” Vance added, opening a second file sleeve.

“The two-hundred-eighty-thousand-dollar transfer happened three days before Christmas.”

I looked at the blue bank stamps running down the right margin.

Next to each line was Cole’s familiar signature, fast and sharp, the same one he had signed on our wedding register six years ago.

“Did he try to hide where the money was going?” I asked.

“He logged them as client relations expenses,” Vance said.

“Sierra signed the receipts on behalf of her consulting firm, but the shell account belongs entirely to her personal LLC.”