“It has every wire transfer from the Whitaker-Crane operating account to the accounts in Belize,” I said. “It has the signature cards. It has your name on them, Graham. Yours and Bianca’s.”

Graham’s eyes darted to the door.

He seemed to realize, for the first time, that Bianca was not in the room.

“Where is she?” he muttered.

“She isn’t coming, Graham,” I said.

Harrison leaned down and whispered something in Graham’s ear.

Graham flinched and pushed Harrison’s hand away.

“No,” Graham said loudly. “This is a setup. This is a bitter woman trying to ruin my reputation because she found out about a personal matter.”

He pointed a finger at me, his hand trembling slightly.

“She’s vindictive, Elliot,” Graham said, turning his body toward the managing partner. “You know how she is. She’s doing this to destroy the firm just to get back at me.”

Elliot finally looked up.

His face was pale, his eyes sunken.

“This isn’t about your marriage, Graham,” Elliot said.

“It is entirely about my marriage!” Graham shouted. “She’s using stolen information. It’s a violation of privacy. None of this is admissible.”