“Your mother used you, Gareth,” I said, taking a slow step forward. “She used your name on the shell corporations. She let you sign the offshore accounts so you would take the fall if the auditors ever caught on.”

“You’re lying,” he yelled, tightening his grip on Clara’s collar.

Clara let out a muffled whimper, her knees shaking.

“I’m a forensic auditor,” I said, keeping my voice flat and calm. “I spent the last three months looking at your family’s ledgers. Your mother’s signature isn’t on a single transfer to the Cayman accounts. Only yours.”

Gareth blinked, his gaze wavering for a fraction of a second. “Julian knew about it. Julian approved it.”

“Julian let you sign them too,” I said. “They were going to sacrifice you, Gareth. They were already preparing the paperwork to blame the entire operation on your trading losses.”

“Shut up,” he screamed, pointing the revolver directly at my chest.

“If you shoot me, you go to prison for murder,” I said. “If you let her go, you can tell the prosecutors that Eleanor forced you to sign those papers. You can save yourself.”