The Price of a Perfect Marriage and the Silent Rebuild of My Worth
I went back to the browser window and clicked on the transaction details for the Hesperia Holdings transfer.
There was a routing number associated with the receiving bank.
It was a local branch of a private wealth management firm in the city.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number of a friend who worked in forensic accounting.
She had helped one of my gallery clients during a difficult partnership split.
The phone rang three times before she answered.
“Clara?” she said. “Is everything okay? I saw the news online about the firm.”
“I need a favor, Sarah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “A big one.”
“Clara?” Sarah said again. “Are you there?”
“I’m here,” I said, gripping the phone tighter.
“What do you need?” she asked.
“I need you to look at a transaction,” I said.
“An official audit, or off the record?”
“Off the record for now,” I replied. “But it might become official very soon.”
I heard the rustle of papers on her end of the line.
“Tell me what you have,” Sarah said.