Nathan was already there, sitting at the long mahogany table.

He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes, but he stood up when I entered.

“Claire,” he said, reaching out to shake my hand. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thank you for coming, Nathan,” I said, taking a seat opposite him.

Evelyn entered a moment later, carrying a thick legal box.

She set it on the table with a heavy thud.

“The SEC has frozen all of Victor’s personal accounts,” Evelyn said.

“They did it three hours ago.”

“What about the joint accounts?” I asked.

“Your personal assets are protected under the post-nuptial agreement we signed last year,” she replied.

“But Victor’s personal share of Hayes Development is in probate.”

Nathan leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table.

“He tried to call me six times from a burner phone,” Nathan said.

“Did you answer?” I asked.

“No,” Nathan said. “My lawyer told me to cut all contact.”

“He’s desperate, Claire.”

“He called his sister in Boston to ask for money, but she refused.”

I looked at the grey rain streaking the glass window.