“Look, I probably shouldn’t tell you this over the line,” said Miach “The base isn’t too far from my office…can you stop by on your way home?”
“Yeah. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“See ya soon.”
I didn’t bother figuring out what Micah had to tell me that he couldn’t or wouldn’t say over the phone. I’d be at his office, LS Investigations, within the next few minutes. I did know whatever it was had to be serious.
I tried to focus on my good news as I drove.
I pulled into the parking lot of Micah’s offices a little after five thirty. The door was left unlocked.
“Hey, Ace,” Jodi greeted as I breezed through the door. She waved her head toward the back. “He’s waiting for you.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m heading home. Have a good night,” she called. “And don’t keep my husband for too long.”
“Will do, sis.”
I started for Micah’s office and knocked on his door before entering.
“Hey,” he stood from his desk.
“What’s up?” I asked, wanting to skip the formalities.
“You asked me to continue monitoring your wife’s financial accounts and whatnot, right?”
I nodded, remembering that he’d asked me if that was what I wanted after the confrontation with Tricia.
“Yeah.” As I answered, a sinking feeling started in my stomach.
Micah gave me a pensive look. “This might not mean anything.”
“Just tell me what the hell it is. Don’t bullshit around.”
He sighed and pulled a manila folder off of the top of his desk. He leaned back against the desk, crossed his legs at the ankles, and opened it.
When he pulled out a piece of paper and leaned forward, handing it to me, I snatched the paper. I scanned it, noting the name of a well-known financial institution at the top. The account holder was Savannah.
“That was a retirement account she had with her former employer. A few months ago, the account had a little over fifty thousand dollars in it. A few weeks ago, she made a withdrawal.”
I glanced up at my brother. “For how much?”
“Everything,” he answered and inclined his head at the paper in my hands.
I looked toward the bottom and saw the account balance now read zero. I shook my head. “She could’ve done a rollover.”
She worked for a new company and was laid off from her last job months earlier. People did rollovers of their retirement accounts all the time when they changed jobs.
“Thought so, too,” Micah started. “But we haven’t found any new retirement information for her. She hasn’t opened a new account with her current employer. There aren’t any private accounts for her, either. In fact…”
He sighed.
“While one of my guys was looking, he found that she deposited the check into her account and then withdrew the complete amount in cash.”
I bulged my eyes. What the hell did Savannah need fifty thousand dollars in cash for?
“Money,” I said out loud as I stared at the paper. That was why she’d wanted the divorce. She told me when I asked why she’d come back to have me sign the papers. Her grandmother had left her an inheritance, and the will insisted that she get a divorce to receive it.
