The sound of the paper hitting the glass seemed incredibly loud in the quiet room.

I reached down and opened the clasp.

Inside was a thick, black leather-bound notebook and a small, silver USB drive.

I opened the notebook first.

The pages were filled with Bennett’s distinctive, neat handwriting.

There were lists of bank accounts in the Cayman Islands, Cyprus, and Panama.

Next to each account were dates, transfer amounts, and names I recognized.

They were local politicians, zoning commissioners, and construction union leaders.

“These are the bribes for the Park Avenue project,” Julian murmured, leaning over my shoulder.

“And these are the shell companies he used to drain the Whitlock Luxe operating fund,” I said.

I turned the page, my eyes scanning the columns of numbers.

My breath caught when I saw a section labeled with my own initials: *E.W. – Assets*.

Underneath was a detailed timeline of my personal accounts, my family trusts, and the art collection.

“He was planning this for three years,” I said, my voice barely audible.

“He began transferring the art pieces before we even filed for the zoning permits.”