account.”
“I didn’t empty it.”
“You moved the money somewhere I couldn’t access.”
“Yes.”
“Which is another way of saying you took it.”
His voice hardened slightly.
“No. It isn’t.”
“There you are.”
“What?”
“That tone. The one where you explain reality to me.”
“Elena, I’m not trying to—”
“Yes, you are.”
I closed my eyes.
“I cannot do this with you anymore.”
“I know.”
His voice was quieter now.
“And I know saying that doesn’t fix anything.”
That stopped me.
This didn’t sound like Ethan.
Or perhaps it did.
Perhaps I simply hadn’t heard this version of him in a very long time.
“Why are you looking for me?”
“Because someone photographed you with Adrian Prescott.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“I saw the picture. Then Sam called me.”
My grip tightened around the phone.
“Sam called you?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He asked whether you knew Prescott.”
