“Everything is for sale when lenders get nervous.”
Ethan shoved the folder down.
“This is ridiculous.”
Grace looked at Martin Heller.
“Martin.”
The CFO swallowed.
“We breached the liquidity covenant last Friday.”
Ethan turned.
“No, we didn’t.”
Martin looked miserable.
“Yes.”
“We had thirty-eight million available.”
“We had eighteen.”
“That’s impossible.”
Martin said nothing.
Ethan stepped closer.
“Where is the other twenty?”
Nobody answered immediately.
Grace opened the red folder.
She removed a single page.
Then turned it toward him.
Four wire transfers.
Four different dates.
Four holding companies.
The largest payment was $8.2 million.
Ethan’s face did not visibly change.
But Grace saw his left thumb move against the side of his hand.
Once.
A tiny habit.
He had done the same thing when lying about a speeding ticket during their second year of marriage.
He had done it during a tax audit.
He had done it three months ago when Grace asked whether he had ever heard of a Cayman company called Northstar Advisory Partners.
