“He told me the divorce was mutual.”

“He told me you were trying to ruin the company.”

I kept my expression neutral.

“Daniel lies,” I said simply.

She nodded, a tear escaping and sliding down her cheek.

“He came to the apartment last night,” she said.

“He was drinking.”

“He told me if the auditors found the cash, he would lose everything.”

“He said we would have to leave the country.”

“I told him I wouldn’t go.”

“I won’t raise my baby on the run.”

She reached into her canvas bag and pulled out a thick manila envelope.

She pushed it across the sticky table.

“This is the first part,” she said.

Robert opened the flap.

He pulled out several pages of printed bank statements.

I leaned in to look.

The logo at the top was for a bank in the Cayman Islands.

The account holder was indeed Blue Horizon Investments.

The deposits were consistent and large.

Fifty thousand dollars here.

Eighty thousand dollars there.

All transferred from Mercer Development’s operating account over the last thirty-six months.

“He kept these in a safe in the guest bedroom,” Vanessa said.