“We have tracing documents linking the respondent’s mother and Ms. Pierce to an offshore account in Zurich.”

“The funds match the exact transaction records from Cole Brantley’s wine sales.”

Evan’s lawyer, Henderson, jumped to his feet.

“This is unverified, Your Honor,” Henderson said, his face flushing red.

“We have not had time to review these documents.”

“The investigator has provided a certified copy from the forensic accountant,” Lydia replied calmly.

Judge Vance gestured to the bailiff.

“Bring the documents to the bench,” the judge said.

The bailiff took the yellow envelope and handed the papers to the judge.

The courtroom was silent except for the rain tapping against the high glass windows.

Evan leaned over to his lawyer, whispering frantically.

His face had lost all its color.

Vivian sat perfectly still, her eyes locked on the judge’s face.

Judge Vance adjusted his glasses and read the papers.

He flipped through three pages, his expression hardening with every line.

Finally, he laid the papers down on his desk and looked directly at Evan.

“Mr. Hayes,” the judge said, his voice flat and cold.