I opened the document and scrolled through the columns of figures.

The spreadsheets were color-coded in red and grey, representing the accounts of Apex Meridian, the shell company Nolan had set up for the Riverview development.

My eyes adjusted to the bright white glare of the screen.

Marcus had added a brief note at the top of the file.

“Evelyn, we ran the routing numbers on the offshore transfers,” the note read. “It isn’t Nolan who is moving this money.”

I leaned closer to the monitor.

The transfers were substantial, occurring in steady increments of fifty thousand dollars over the last six months.

Each one had been authorized using an encrypted digital signature.

I recognized the signature key because I had seen it on Nolan’s corporate tax filings the previous year.

It belonged to Sloane Barrett.

I sat back in the leather chair, the wooden armrests cold beneath my palms.

Outside, the rain began to patter against the double-paned glass of the maternity ward’s private study.

Sloane had been Nolan’s operations director for three years, managing every detail of his commercial real estate projects.