“It is a handwritten ledger of offshore accounts,” Sarah said. “Belonging to Grant Bellamy.”

Grant’s posture stiffened.

His eyes darted to the envelope in the judge’s hands.

“This ledger was found concealed inside a piece of clothing belonging to the minor child,” Sarah said.

“That is absurd,” Carroway said, though his voice lacked its previous heat.

“It contains routing numbers and exact deposit amounts,” Sarah said. “Which match the dates of Mr. Bellamy’s alleged business losses.”

Judge Harlan adjusted her glasses, her eyes scanning the paper.

The courtroom was completely silent.

“Where did you obtain this?” Judge Harlan asked.

“It was hidden in the left cuff of the blue shirt Mr. Bellamy wore during his transactions,” Sarah said.

“We also have a signed affidavit from Daniel Vance,” Sarah added.

Grant turned his head sharply to look at Carroway.

Carroway was staring at the paper in the judge’s hand, his face pale.

“Daniel Vance was Mr. Bellamy’s financial associate,” Sarah said. “He has confirmed the authenticity of these accounts.”

“This is a fabrication,” Grant muttered, his voice cracking.

“Silence, Mr. Bellamy,” Judge Harlan said, her voice like ice.