Derek took a step toward her, but Arthur moved his arm, blocking his son.

“What else is in those files, Arthur?” Eleanor asked, her voice rising.

She looked between her husband and her son, her face pale under her makeup.

“Tax evasion,” Arthur said, his voice flat. “And embezzlement from the firm’s trust accounts.”

The room went entirely silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Through the window, I could see the snow starting to fall faster, swirling against the glass.

“That is a lie,” Derek said.

He looked at his father, his eyes wide and dark.

“You know I would never touch the trust accounts, Dad,” he said.

“The bank statements have your electronic signature on them, Derek,” Arthur said.

“Anyone could have forged that,” Derek said. “She had access to my computer.”

He glared at me, his chest rising and falling beneath his expensive shirt.

“She spent hours in my study when I was at the office,” he said.

“Your computer requires biometric verification for transfers over ten thousand dollars,” Annika said.