“Sloane, don’t do this,” Graham warned, taking a step toward her.

Pastor Whitcomb moved instantly, blocking Graham’s path once more.

“I have the digital keys to his offshore accounts,” Sloane said, looking directly at Julian.

Julian took a small step forward, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Are you prepared to share those with us, Ms. Mercer?” Julian asked.

“If it means I walk out of here without handcuffs,” Sloane said.

“Sloane, you signed a non-disclosure agreement,” Graham shouted, his face reddening.

“An agreement based on fraudulent assets is null and void, Graham,” Julian said without looking at him.

Sloane reached into her leather handbag and pulled out a small, silver flash drive.

“Everything is on here,” Sloane said. “The banking portals, the passwords, the transaction histories for the last three years.”

She held it out, her fingers pale against the silver casing.

Graham lunged, but his mother caught his arm with surprising strength.

“Don’t make it worse, Graham,” Marjorie said, her voice a low growl.

Julian stepped forward and took the drive from Sloane’s hand.

He slid it into the side pocket of his briefcase.