“He kept them in the wall safe at the Corona del Mar house,” Lila said. “He gave me the code last month when he was in Tokyo. He told me to incinerate them if the federal audit ever went public.”

She took another step, her gaze pleading.

“I didn’t incinerate them,” she said. “I kept them. They’re all here. Every offshore transfer, every personal wire.”

“Why are you showing this to us?” I asked.

“Because I want out,” Lila said, a tear finally cutting a clean line through her heavy foundation. “I want you to sign a release. Legal immunity from the civil suit.”

She held the drive closer to me.

“If you agree not to name me in the asset-stripping complaint, this is yours,” she said. “It has everything you need to prove he diverted the construction funds.”

Diane stepped in, her eyes scanning the black drive.

“We would need to verify the authenticity of those files before making any agreements,” Diane said. “And any immunity deal would have to be drafted and signed by all parties.”