“The agricultural leases were dry, and Mother said we needed the cash flow from the Swiss accounts to keep the main house.”

“She told me you would never find out.”

“She said you were too distracted by your father’s estate to notice the missing ledger entries.”

Detective Miller tightened his grip on Graham’s arm, his fingers digging into the dark fabric of Graham’s suit.

“Mr. Caldwell, you are making things much worse for yourself,” Detective Miller said.

“I have the warrant for your arrest on grand larceny and trust embezzlement right here.”

“But it was her!” Graham yelled, pointing his free hand at Marjorie.

“She drafted the transfer documents.”

“She signed the secondary authorization.”

“She has been running the trust ledger behind my back for ten years!”

Marjorie did not flinch under her son’s accusations.

She slowly turned her gaze to him, her eyes cold and empty of any maternal warmth.

“You weak, pathetic boy,” Marjorie said, her voice barely louder than a whisper, yet it carried to the rafters.

“I spent thirty years protecting this family from the ruin your father left behind.”