I walked over and picked up the tablet.

The notification showed an active, outgoing wire transfer initiated just twelve minutes ago.

It was addressed to a private account in the Cayman Islands.

The status bar was still loading.

I stared at the progress bar.

It was at forty-two percent.

The name on the sending account was not Ethan’s personal name, but a shell company he had registered under his brother’s name.

The source account was our joint marital savings.

He was trying to drain the last of our liquid assets before the assets could be frozen.

My fingers trembled as I held the tablet.

“Vance,” I called out.

My voice sounded thin in the quiet kitchen.

“Vance, get in here.”

I heard his heavy leather shoes click against the hardwood hallway.

Vance walked into the kitchen, his tie slightly loosened.

He looked at my face, then down at the blue light of the screen.

“What is it?” he asked.

I turned the tablet toward him.

“He’s moving the money,” I said. “Now.”

Vance reached out and took the tablet from my hands.