Chapter 4 - The Man Outside the Bank

Claire held the photograph by the corners.

“Did you put this here?”

“No.”

“Then who did?”

Ethan took it from her.

Ryan stood in the picture beside a black SUV, shaking hands with a heavyset man in a gray coat. The bank sign behind them was clear. So was the date stamp in the lower corner.

Two days after Ethan transferred the money.

“I don’t know him,” Ethan said.

Claire pointed to the back. “Apparently he knows you.”

A floorboard creaked in the hallway.

Ethan turned fast.

No one was there.

“Noah?”

A tiny voice answered from the living room. “Car!”

Ethan walked through the house, checking the front door, the mudroom, the back slider. All locked.

Claire followed, suitcase forgotten.

“How did that envelope get into my drawer?”

“I don’t know.”

“You said that about the money too.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Fair left the building around eighty-four thousand dollars ago.”

His phone rang again.

Ryan.

Claire pointed at it. “Answer.”

Ethan put it on speaker.

“Hey,” Ryan said immediately. “Finally.”

“Where’s the money?” Ethan asked.

Silence.

Then Ryan exhaled. “Not on speaker.”

“Too late.” Claire stepped closer. “Hi, Ryan.”

Another silence.

“Claire.”

“Where is our money?”

“It’s complicated.”

“No, complicated is assembling a crib with missing screws. This is theft.”

Ryan’s voice hardened. “I didn’t steal from you.”

“Then send it back.”

“I can’t.”

Ethan gripped the phone. “Who’s the guy in the gray coat?”

Ryan stopped breathing for half a second.

That was answer enough.

“Where did you get that picture?” he asked.

Ethan and Claire looked at each other.

“So you know him,” Ethan said.

Ryan lowered his voice. “Listen to me. Don’t call anybody. Don’t go to the police. And whatever you do, don’t answer the door if someone comes asking about me.”

The doorbell rang.

Noah shouted, “Door!”

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Ryan said one final sentence before the call cut out.

“Ethan, do not open it.”\n\nClaire took the folder to the kitchen table and photographed every page before either of them touched anything else. That practical move rattled Ethan more than panic would have. She was no longer reacting like a wife helping her husband solve a problem. She was preserving evidence like someone preparing for a future in which she might need to protect herself from him too.