Instead, I subjected him to the one weapon he feared more than physical pain.

Total, calculated precision.

“Your personal offshore accounts have been frozen by federal mandate,” I recited, watching his reality crumble sentence by sentence. “The Thorne Group has been placed under emergency corporate receivership.

Your board of directors voted three minutes ago to terminate you with cause. And as we speak, federal agents are executing search warrants on your private billing office, your clandestine pharmacy contracts, and your surgical scheduling system.”

Beatrice’s jaw dropped. “This is completely absurd! You’re insane!”

I didn’t even look at her. “Your signature is listed as the primary guarantor on two of his illegal shell companies, Beatrice. I’d save my breath for the grand jury.”