“What about Stephanie?” I asked.

“She’s a co-conspirator on the wire fraud,” Vance said. “Her signature is on the corporate registry.”

He tapped the paper with his pen.

“She signed the transfer authorization,” Vance said. “That makes her an active participant.”

“She won’t survive prison,” Marisol said softly. “She’s soft.”

“No,” Vance agreed. “She isn’t built for a federal facility.”

“We need to leverage that,” Marisol said, leaning closer to his desk.

“If we present this to her attorney, she will fold,” Marisol added.

Vance nodded slowly, looking at the papers again.

“She will want to protect herself,” Vance said. “She’ll realize Derek would throw her to the wolves to save himself.”

“She knows where the rest of the money is,” I said. “She handled all his accounts.”

“If she cooperates, she can give us the exact locations of the offshore assets,” Marisol said.

“We can offer her a plea,” Vance said. “Testimony against Derek in exchange for a reduced sentence.”

I listened to them plan, realizing how quickly the trap was closing on my husband.

For years, Derek had made me feel small and powerless.