“You can’t prove anything in court.”

“Perhaps not on paper alone,” I said.

I picked up my tablet, pressed play on an audio file, and held the phone toward the speaker.

His own recorded voice filled my kitchen.

It was a clear conversation with Chloe about shell accounts, forged documents, and how much they planned to take before leaving the country.

Weeks earlier, after I flagged the first discrepancies, I had a security system legally installed in my private home office.

Daniel and Chloe had used that exact room to plan their exit, certain no one was listening.