Charles stared at the black console.

“He is preparing to run,” I whispered.

“He has never asked for that much cash to be moved on such short notice,” Charles said.

He rubbed his temples, his face pale under the fluorescent lights.

“If I help you, Emily, what guarantees do I have?” he asked.

“The prosecutor will only care about Daniel,” I said. “You were a junior partner when this started.”

“But my name is on the merger documents from five years ago,” he said.

“Because Daniel gave you falsified liabilities,” I pointed out. “You didn’t know he was hiding the clinic’s negligence.”

I reached into my bag and pulled out another folder.

This one contained the hospital records of my mother, Helen.

I laid the yellowed papers next to the ledger.

“This is the admission log from the night of her treatment,” I said.

“The date matches the first major transfer from the Carter Group,” Charles observed.

“They paid the clinic to destroy the original files,” I said. “But the nurse kept her personal diary.”

Charles turned the pages slowly.

The wind rattled the large glass window behind him.