"Not enough yet."
Natalie clicked another tab. "Because this isn't the only route."
She had identified transfers into K&W Residential Partners from another account. Some appeared connected to Jason. Some remained unclear.
Then she showed Roger something he had not noticed.
Savings withdrawals.
Their savings account had rarely moved except for taxes, vacations, and major household expenses. But over 10 months, Kimberly had made several withdrawals.
$3,000.
$2,500.
$4,200.
$2,750.
Roger remembered some of them. At the time, Kimberly had given explanations that sounded ordinary. A conference expense that would be reimbursed.
A deposit for a family trip. A car repair. Roger had never checked whether the money came back.
Natalie had.
Some of it didn't.
She tapped the screen. "These amounts appear to overlap with periods when the Westerville project required additional capital."
Roger stared at the numbers. "How much?"
"Too early for a final total."
"Estimate?"
Natalie looked at Amanda. Amanda nodded.
Natalie answered, "More than the $31,000 you originally identified."
Roger leaned back. The number itself no longer shocked him. The pattern did.
Kimberly had not taken one enormous amount. There had been no $50,000 transfer that would have forced Roger to notice. Instead, money moved in pieces.
$2,200.
$3,950.
$7,600.
$4,850.
Amounts large enough to matter. Small enough to disappear inside a life Roger believed was stable.
Natalie clicked another tab. "Now the revolving credit account ending 4419."
Roger recognized it immediately. "What about it?"
"Payments were made from your joint account."
"I know."
"Some purchases appear related to construction materials."
Roger frowned. "For Maplecrest?"
"Possibly. I won't say definitely until I have merchant detail."
Natalie closed the file. "This is going to take time."
Roger looked at the binder. "How much time?"
"Weeks, probably."
That answer frustrated him. But Roger knew buildings. A rushed inspection could miss the defect that mattered most.
So he nodded. "Do it right."
Over the next 12 days, records arrived in batches. Roger continued working. He stopped living at the Hyatt and rented a furnished one-bedroom apartment in Dublin on a short-term lease.
It had beige walls, cheap blinds, and exactly four plates in the kitchen cabinet. The first night, Roger ate rotisserie chicken standing over the counter because there was no dining table.
It was not home, but it was quiet.
Every few evenings, Amanda sent him documents to review for factual context. Roger answered only what he knew.
"Did you authorize this payment?"
"No."
"Do you recognize this vendor?"
"Yes."
"Was this household expense legitimate?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why Kimberly transferred this amount?"
"No."
Roger became comfortable saying those last two words.