“It was sitting in an account that Arthur had sole administrative access to.”

Arthur took a step back, his hand reaching for the pocket of his coat.

“You can’t prove any of this,” Arthur said.

“The board approved every single one of those transfers.”

“They approved them because you lied to them,” Nathaniel said.

“And tomorrow, the board will see the audit.”

“So will the district attorney.”

Arthur’s hand stopped in his pocket.

His eyes darted to the desk phone, then to the locked doors.

The red light on the security monitor continued to flash, its steady rhythm casting a crimson glow across the glass walls.

Suddenly, the desk phone rang.

The sound was loud in the silent room.

Nathaniel did not answer it immediately.

He stared at Arthur, his hand hovering over the speaker button.

“Who is calling you at this hour, Arthur?” Nathaniel asked.

“Is it your offshore bank?”

“Or is it the police?”

The phone rang again.

Arthur’s phone in his pocket began to vibrate at the exact same time.

He slowly pulled it out, his fingers trembling.