The text arrived at 2:47 a.m. — not that Marcus noticed at first. He was asleep in a charming hillside hotel in Lisbon, the kind of place with terracotta rooftops and a fado singer drifting up from the street below. He’d had a spectacular dinner, a little too much wine, and had connected his laptop to the hotel Wi-Fi before bed to send a quick note home.
By morning, his inbox held three fraud alerts …
