“Daniel.”
“Approximately eighteen million dollars.”
My eyes opened.
“Eighteen?”
“At least.”
I stared at the city.
For years, Ryan had told me that his company was struggling.
He had complained about taxes.
Payroll.
Construction costs.
Interest rates.
He had asked me to postpone renovations.
He had told me we needed to be careful with spending.
Meanwhile, eighteen million dollars had been sitting somewhere I didn’t know existed.
“Who owns the accounts?”
“That is the interesting part.”
“Tell me.”
“Some are under Ryan’s name.”
My heart sank.
“And the others?”
Daniel hesitated.
“They are under a company called Lawson Strategic Holdings.”
I went completely still.
“Norah?”
“Possibly.”
I sat down.
Daniel continued.
“We’re checking corporate records now.”
“Do it.”
“I already have investigators working.”
“Good.”
“And Addison?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t confront Ryan yet.”
I looked at my phone.
Another message had arrived.
Ryan:
Why aren’t you answering?
