“He signed it himself,” Vance murmured.

“Or he had Stephanie do it,” Marisol said. “The handwriting matches several of her personal checks.”

Vance took a pair of reading glasses from his pocket and slid them onto his nose.

He flipped to the next set of papers.

“This is the wire transfer,” Vance said, his voice dropping.

“Two million dollars,” I said. “Sent directly to a shell corporation in the Cayman Islands.”

“The corporation is registered in Derek’s name,” Marisol said. “With Stephanie listed as the primary treasurer.”

Vance leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking beneath him.

He rubbed his chin, staring at the documents spread across his desk.

“This goes far beyond a simple domestic assault charge,” Vance said.

“Exactly,” Marisol said. “This is grand larceny, wire fraud, and arson for profit.”

“We can file these charges immediately,” Vance said. “The evidence is clean.”

“What happens to Derek?” I asked.

“With these charges, his bail will be revoked,” Vance said. “He won’t be able to buy his way out of this.”

I felt a cold wave of relief wash over me, followed by a sudden chill.