THE PRICE OF LETTING GO
I said, my voice shaking, talking over both of them.
“Isn’t it,” Reyes said, raising his own voice just enough to cut through the noise without seeming to try. He held up a single sheet of paper. “A wire transfer. Twelve thousand dollars, sent from your account three days before the divorce was finalized, to an account with no name attached. That looks like a woman hiding money from her husband before a settlement, to anyone reading it cold.”
The room shifted, a low murmur running through the handful of strangers scattered in the seats.