“More importantly, she recorded the exact amounts transferred from the art sale to her personal offshore account on the very next page.”

I touched the paper, feeling the slight indentation of her pen.

“What is the next step, Julian?” I asked.

“I am going to compile this metadata report alongside the ledger scans,” Julian said.

“I will send a courtesy copy to Henry Blum.”

“Bennett’s defense attorney,” I said.

“Yes,” Julian replied. “Blum is a prestigious man with a reputation to uphold.”

“He is expensive, but he is not stupid.”

“Once he sees this undisputed digital trail, he will realize he is representing a client who committed active, documented fraud.”

“If Blum presents Bennett’s current defense in court now, he risks his own legal license,” Julian said.

“He will have no choice but to withdraw from the case.”

“And leave Bennett alone,” I said.

“Precisely,” Julian said. “Without Blum, Bennett’s legal shield evaporates.”

“He will have to find a bargain-basement lawyer willing to take a losing case, or represent himself.”

“Either way, his panic will set in.”

My phone buzzed again on the glass table.