“But you’d need to subpoena the offshore bank to find out who that is—or was, right?”

“Yeah, unless . . .” A puzzle piece dropped into place. “Unless I can find someone who knew him well enough to know who he’d trust with his money.”

Liza turned in his arms, her eyes wide. “Someone like his wife?”

He smiled at her. “Exactly. I mean, if we find her and if she did know who helped him set up those accounts, it’s unlikely that he’s still working with that person after all this time. But it’s a start. There should be some evidence, like paperwork transferred from one bank to the next.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard. “You are a genius, Liza Barkley.”

Her cheeks went pink, but she looked pleased. “But even if you find his banker, what does that tell you?”

“If he’s communicated with Pastor recently—like to maybe transfer money to Sunnyside Oaks—we can get a warrant for his computer, or even his phone records. It might be another way to locate Eden. Especially if we aren’t able to get the location from either Pastor or DJ. They may never discuss it inside Sunnyside’s walls, and if we arrest them, they may not talk. We have to have alternate paths to getting the information we need.”

“So you’re going to keep looking for Pastor’s wife?”

“Yes, but secondary to getting your protection set up. I need you safe on Tuesday, and every day after that you go into that place.”

She nodded. “I’m not oblivious to the danger, Tom,” she said seriously. “And I am afraid. But not so afraid that I’m going to back out.”

“I know. I also know that you were incredibly brave the day your friends were killed. I know that you saved a lot of lives and got hurt yourself. Molina told me the whole story. She called your old CO, who was very complimentary. You never mentioned that you got a Purple Heart.”

She shrugged dismissively. “I got shot in the hip, but it wasn’t life-threatening.”

He brushed his fingertips over the butterfly tattoo. “Here?”

“Yeah. Got that in Chicago, a few days after Christmas.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want to remember that day.”

“But you’re okay with remembering it now.” A statement, not a question.

“Yes. They deserve that much. For me to remember them.”

“Will you tell me someday? About the Purple Heart?”

“Yes.” Her voice trembled. “But not today, okay?”

“Okay. You want to go back and finish our supper?”

“That sounds perfect.”

He led her back to the bedroom, grabbing her boot from his desk on the way out. As he expected, Pebbles sat at attention outside the bedroom door, sniffing the air.

He opened the door and told Pebbles, “Down.” Immediately she dropped to her belly. “Good girl.”

While Liza climbed back into bed, Tom dug his phone from the pocket of his trousers, hoping that he hadn’t missed any messages. Raeburn had put them all on call, after all.