“That does not prove anything,” Brittany insisted quickly. “It was probably an error.”
“No,” I said quietly. “The confirmation email came directly to my account and that number belongs to you.”
Tyler stood up suddenly, the chair scraping across the floor. “Brittany, tell me that is not yours.”
“Tyler please,” she pleaded. “Are you really going to believe them when your own mother has disliked me since the day we married?”
“I do not dislike you,” I replied. “I am worried about my son and about the money disappearing from my account.”
Officer Pierce added one more paper to the growing pile. “There is also a hotel reservation in Miami, Florida for two nights three weeks ago that was paid with the same card.”
Tyler frowned deeply. “Miami? You told me you were visiting your aunt in Cleveland that weekend.”
Brittany opened her mouth but the words refused to come.
At that exact moment her phone vibrated loudly on the table and the screen lit up with a new message that no one in the room could ignore.
“CHRIS: Thanks for the watch. You spoil me.”
Tyler stared at the glowing screen as the color drained from his face. “Who is Chris?”