I was twenty-eight weeks with triplets and bleeding on a hotel sofa when my husband adjusted his tie and went downstairs. Four days later a man I had never met put a small black recorder on my hospital bed.

Eighteen million dollars moved through accounts in my name over two years.

About four million of it went into campaign operations and can be traced.

The rest went offshore, and it did not go to my husband.


PART 4 — THE FOURTEENTH

Calder Pryce slid a photograph across the bed. Callum, Verena, and a third man at a table outside somewhere hot.

The third man is Wendell Tarn, who is the governor of this state and who my husband had spent eleven months attacking in public.

I said, "Why would Callum be sending him money?"

And Pryce said, "We don't think he is. We think it's been coming the other way."

Here is the part that took a forensic accountant six weeks and that explains the entire night.

My grandfather's trust deed has a vesting clause in it.

On the live birth of my issue, the corpus vests for the benefit of those children and an independent professional trustee is appointed automatically. Not by me. By the deed.