I needed her to say more.

I needed her to confirm the exact mechanism of the fraud on my recording.

“And the offshore accounts?” I asked, keeping my voice slightly hesitant to make her feel powerful.

“The ones registered under the name ‘G&R Holdings’ in Belize?”

Gloria let out a dry, rattling laugh.

“You think you are clever, don’t you?” she said.

“Yes, G&R Holdings,” she said.

“I set that entity up five years ago.”

“Every dollar from the charity gala silent auctions went straight into that account,” she boasted.

“My accountant, Marcus, handled the wire transfers personally.”

“He has a second ledger that matches the bank statements in Belize,” she added.

“And Graham knew about this?” I asked, looking at my husband.

Graham looked away, his face turning a deep, embarrassed red.

“He signed the authorization forms,” Gloria said, looking at him with open disgust.

“He needed the cash to pay off his debts to the oil syndicates.”

“So both of you signed those fraudulent tax returns,” I said.

“Of course we did,” Gloria said, her chin lifting.

“But the IRS does not care about a family dispute, Jocelyn.”