“He told me the offshore accounts were part of a standard tax mitigation strategy.”

“You signed the wire transfers for the shell companies in Belize,” I said.

“You knew exactly what he was doing because you took three percent of every transfer.”

She looked down at her lap, her fingers twisting the fabric of her skirt.

“I was going to put it back,” she said.

“We were going to restructure the investments before the annual audit.”

“The audit was yesterday, Bianca,” I said.

“And there is nothing left to put back.”

I reached down and slid the laptop toward me, looking at the screen.

The progress bar for a wire transfer was stuck at forty-two percent.

The destination account was a private bank in the Cayman Islands.

“The accounts are frozen,” I said.

“I filed the injunction with the federal prosecutor three hours ago.”

She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking slightly.

“What am I going to do?” she sobbed.

“You are going to wait here for the officers to come up,” I said.