Monica had told Lewis she would be back tomorrow afternoon, that she was driving down to Detroit early today with Tabatha to meet with some people about opening a store there. Lewis was glad she was gone. It gave him time to think without having to duck and dodge her around the house.
Now, at almost ten o’clock, Lewis sat in Monica’s home office, looking at the computer monitor. He was online, on Monica’s bank’s Web site. He had her account page open, staring at her account activity, at the fifty-thousand-dollar withdrawal he had made five days ago.
He was shocked that after so long Monica still hadn’t come to him about the missing funds. Lewis figured someone must have been looking out for him. But as he shut down the computer and reached over to click off the monitor, he knew something had to be done, and it had to be done by tomorrow.