He paused. “She filed for divorce thirteen months later. By the time her lawyer got involved the joint account was nearly empty and Samuel was gone.” Ray said nothing. Outside the car park an ordinary Tuesday morning moved through its ordinary business.
“He’s done this before,” Ray said. “At least once that I can confirm. I have a contact at the fraud division. I’ve been sitting on this since yesterday trying to decide how to tell you.” A pause. “What made you call just now?” “I just came from the wedding photographer.” Ray looked through the windshield at nothing in particular.