He suddenly remembered.
The meetings.
The documents.
The conversations he had ignored.
He had been too confident.
Too distracted.
He had believed Addison was harmless.
She had always been the quiet one.
The forgiving one.
The wife who stayed.
He had mistaken patience for weakness.
That was his first mistake.
The next morning, Daniel arrived at my office.
He carried three folders.
“You were right.”
I looked up.
“About Norah?”
“About everything.”
He placed the folders on my desk.
“Lawson Strategic Holdings is essentially a shell company.”
“What does it own?”
“Properties.”
“How many?”
“Seven.”
“Worth?”
“Approximately twenty-two million.”
I stared at him.
“Twenty-two million?”
“Yes.”
“All funded by Ryan?”
“Mostly.”
I opened the second folder.
“And this?”
“Transfers.”
The third folder was thicker.
I looked at him.
“What is that?”
“Evidence.”
“Of?”
Daniel sat down.
“Ryan has been moving company money into Norah’s accounts for four years.”
I stared at the documents.
