But Richard Hayes didn’t spend thirty-two years investigating financial fraud for the state of New York to make small talk. When he spoke like that, people listened.
So I sat on the cold bench and changed every PIN in one go. Business checking, personal savings, emergency credit lines, travel card, corporate card, and even the old black card tucked behind my driver’s license. Ten cards. New codes. Done.
Daniel walked past me then, Vanessa Cole hanging on his arm like a trophy. She wore a cream silk blouse and the smug expression of a woman who believed she had won.
Daniel slowed down just enough to whisper, “Try not to cry too hard, Em. Some women simply don’t know how to keep a man.”
Vanessa giggled.
I looked up from my phone and smiled. “Some men don’t know how to read a bank statement.”
