He fumbled in his pocket with his free hand, pulled out his mobile, and threw it onto the icy ground.

The screen cracked on impact, but the blue light stayed on, reflecting off the slush.

“He won’t come near us if Elena is here,” Harrison whispered, though he didn’t sound convinced. “Elena has the firm behind her. Patricia is cruel, but she isn’t stupid.”

“Why are you here, Harrison?” I asked, looking at the USB drive still clutched in his gloved hand. “You were arraigned yesterday.”

“My uncle posted the bond,” he said. “Patricia wouldn’t put up a single dime. She left me in that cell to rot.”

His face was gaunt, the skin under his eyes dark and bruised from lack of sleep.

He looked nothing like the polished, untouchable man I had married five years ago.

“She’s going to pin the entire embezzlement scheme on me, Claire,” he said, his voice cracking. “She already started shifting the digital signatures on the Voss Holdings accounts.”

“And you think that little drive is going to save you?” I asked.