“She took the boy,” Julian said, his voice coming through the tiny speaker with a metallic hiss.

“She took my son, Martin.”

“We will deal with custody,” Martin said, his voice level and entirely devoid of emotion.

“Right now, we have a much bigger problem.”

Martin opened his briefcase and pulled out a manila folder.

“Lydia Monroe emailed me ten minutes ago,” Martin said.

“She sent me three files.”

Julian stopped pacing and looked up, his jaw tight.

“What files?”

“Screenshots of your accounts at the Meridian Bank in Grand Cayman,” Martin said.

The study on my screen fell completely silent.

Julian’s reflection in the dark window behind him looked pale.

“That’s impossible,” Julian said.

“Nobody has those passwords.”

“Elena has them,” Martin said.

“She also has a digital copy of your private corporate ledger.”

Julian took a step forward, his fists clenching at his sides.

“That ledger was on an encrypted external drive in my safe.”

“Then you must have left the safe open,” Martin said.

“Or she watched you enter the code.”

Martin laid the manila folder on the mahogany desk with a dull thud.