He whispered something to the lead federal prosecutor, who stood up immediately.

“Your Honor,” the prosecutor said, his voice cutting through the tension.

“We have an urgent development regarding the Voss Holdings foreign accounts.”

The prosecutor looked directly at Patricia, then at me.

My heart hammered against my ribs as the prosecutor opened the red folder.

The prosecutor adjusted his glasses and looked at the paper.

“Your Honor, we have just received confirmation from the Swiss Financial Market Supervisory Authority.”

“Two accounts under the name of Claire Voss were flagged three hours ago.”

“The IP address used to access these accounts during the transfers matches the private residence of Patricia Voss.”

A low murmur rippled through the gallery.

Patricia sat perfectly still, her hands gripping the edge of the mahogany table until her knuckles turned white.

“This confirms the identity theft was ongoing, even during these active proceedings,” the prosecutor said.

Elena stood up beside me, her voice calm and steady.

“Your Honor, the defense’s claim that Mrs. Voss acted without intent is no longer tenable.”