“It required dual signatures for any withdrawal exceeding ten thousand dollars.”

“Who were the authorized signers?” Vance asked.

“Myself and my uncle, who passed away last year,” I said.

“After his death, the sole authority reverted to me.”

I looked directly at Ethan.

He shifted in his chair, his collar suddenly looking too tight.

“Did there come a time when you noticed unauthorized activity on these accounts?” Vance asked.

“Yes,” I said. “On October fourteenth, I pulled the monthly ledgers.”

“I found three wire transfers of fifty thousand dollars each.”

“Where were those funds directed?”

“To an offshore account registered under the name of ‘MB Holdings’,” I replied.

“And who is the beneficial owner of MB Holdings?”

“Margaret Brooks,” I said.

The courtroom was silent except for the court reporter’s machine ticking.

“How were these transfers authorized if you were the sole signer?” Vance asked.

“The authorization letters bore my signature,” I said.

“But they were forged.”

“How do you know they were forged, Mrs. Brooks?”

“I ran a digital forensic analysis on the PDF documents,” I explained.