“The evidence on the flash drive provided by Mr. Harrison Voss, coupled with this new federal tracing, proves systematic fraud.”

The judge leaned forward, his eyes dark under the courtroom lights.

He looked at Patricia, then at her defense attorney.

“Does the defense have any response to this new filing?” the judge asked.

Patricia’s lawyer stood up, his face pale under the fluorescent bulbs.

“We request a recess, Your Honor, to review these foreign transaction records,” he said, his voice barely audible.

“Request denied,” the judge said, his gavel coming down with a sharp crack.

“This court has seen sufficient evidence of a pattern of deception and ongoing criminal activity.”

“Patricia Voss, you are hereby remanded into federal custody pending final sentencing for bank fraud and aggravated identity theft.”

Two marshals in dark suits stepped forward from the back of the courtroom.

Patricia looked at Harrison, her jaw tight, her lips trembling with rage.

“You ruined us,” she hissed across the aisle.

Harrison did not look up from the floor.

He stared at his leather shoes, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.