It had been a simple garment, washed and ironed with care.

Now, it was the key that was unlocking the truth.

“We will hear from Mr. Bellamy directly,” Judge Harlan said.

“Mr. Bellamy, please take the stand.”

Grant stood up, his movements stiff and robotic.

He walked to the witness stand, his eyes fixed on the floor.

He swore the oath, his voice tight and strained.

Sarah walked to the center of the room, holding the offshore registry document.

“Mr. Bellamy,” Sarah said. “Do you recognize the name Horizon Holdings?”

“No,” Grant said, his voice flat.

“You have never heard of it?” Sarah asked.

“Never,” he said.

“Then how do you explain your signature on the incorporation documents?”

Sarah held up a copy of the registry.

Grant’s eyes darted to Carroway, who was looking down at his desk.

“I sign many documents for my businesses,” Grant said. “I don’t read every single one.”

“So you signed a document creating a shell company in the Caymans by accident?”

“I rely on my financial advisors,” Grant said, his voice rising slightly.