“I need ten minutes with my wife,” he said.
“Your wife is represented by counsel.”
“This is a family matter.”
“It became a legal matter,” Nina said, “the moment you obtained her banking credentials without permission.”
Ezoic
Richard looked up at the visible security camera in the corner. Right at me, though he didn’t know it.
“I didn’t take anything.”
“You photographed the credentials. Twice. Madison used them. The bank has the login records.”
“She misunderstood what I asked her to do.”
“What exactly did you ask her to do?”
His mouth tightened into a thin line.
“I’m not discussing that with you.”
“Then there’s no reason for you to stay in this building.”
Ezoic
He stayed anyway. For another twenty minutes.
First he called my phone. It buzzed on the table in front of me. I watched it buzz.
Then he texted. Message after message after message.
