“You used charitable donations meant for the pediatric wing of the hospital to pay Graham’s creditors,” I stated.

“It was a temporary bridge loan,” Graham muttered, his voice defense-thin.

“We were going to pay it back once the land sold,” he added, looking up at me with bloodshot eyes.

“But the land didn’t sell,” I said.

“Because Apex Realty Group bought the surrounding parcels and blocked your access road.”

Graham’s head snapped up.

“How do you know about the Apex blockade?” he demanded.

I did not answer him.

I kept my eyes on Gloria, waiting for her to dig her own grave a little deeper.

“One point four million is a federal matter, Gloria,” I said.

“Three hundred thousand dollars will not make that disappear.”

Gloria’s artificial warmth vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp sneer.

“Listen to me, girl,” she said, her voice dropping an octave.

“You came into this family with nothing but a cheap degree and a quiet mouth.”

She stepped closer, her expensive French perfume filling the space between us.

“If you go to the authorities, I will destroy you in the courts,” she said.