“I will go to the federal prosecutors. I will testify under oath about Harrison’s instructions.”

“In exchange for what?” Jonathan asked.

“A divorce,” she said. “Quiet, fast, and highly lucrative.”

She stepped up to him, her eyes locking onto his.

“Thirty million dollars. The town house in London. And no public scandal regarding our split.”

Jonathan looked down at the drive in her hand.

“That is a steep price for a marriage that lasted less than three years,” he said.

“It is a bargain to keep your freedom,” Rebecca countered.

“Without my testimony, Harrison will claim the Panama accounts were your doing.”

She was right, and we all knew it.

Harrison had spent decades covering his tracks, leaving Jonathan’s name on the most dangerous documents.

I looked at Jonathan, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Can we trust her?” I asked him.

Jonathan did not look away from Rebecca.

“She wants the money, Mariana. That makes her predictable.”

He turned back to his wife.

“If I agree to your terms, you must hand over the decryption keys to the personal ledger.”