Spencer’s jaw tightened.

“We’re married, so our finances are shared.”

“That wasn’t my question,” I replied.

His silence answered more than his words ever could.

Gregory stepped back to give us space, but he remained close enough to intervene if necessary.

Then two police officers entered through the front doors, their dark uniforms standing out against the restaurant’s warm lighting.

The older officer introduced herself as Officer Davis and asked who had placed the emergency call.

“I did,” I answered, stepping forward.