Chapter 2 - The Police Ask About Cancun
I opened the door but left the security chain fastened.
Two officers stood on my porch.
The older one introduced himself as Detective Marcus Hale.
“Mrs. Bennett?”
“Yes.”
“Is your husband, Thomas Bennett, currently in Mexico?”
The question was too specific to be casual.
“Yes.”
“With a woman named Claire Dawson?”
My best friend.
Former best friend.
“Yes.”
Marcus glanced at his partner.
“May we come in?”
I removed the chain.
They did not ask about adultery.
They asked about money.
Specifically, a $38,500 wire transfer initiated from a joint investment account at 2:14 that morning.
My stomach tightened.
“I canceled the cards. I didn’t authorize a wire.”
Marcus nodded.
“The bank stopped it.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because the destination account belongs to a company already under investigation.”
He placed a name on my coffee table.
MAR AZUL HOLDINGS.
I had never heard of it.
Then he showed me a screenshot.
The transfer request included my electronic signature.
My full legal name.
My date of birth.
And an authentication code that should have gone only to my phone.
Someone had tried to move nearly forty thousand dollars while I slept.
The cheating suddenly became the smaller problem.
Marcus asked when I last spoke to Thomas.
I showed him the message.
I ran away with your best friend. We’re never coming back.
Marcus read it twice.
May you like
Then he asked:
“Are you certain your husband sent this?”
