“The billing address on file matches Brooke’s private holding company in Knoxville.”

He opened a desk drawer and took out a small black plastic card with a silver chip on one side.

He pushed it across the glass blotter to me.

“That key gives you direct access to my secure cloud server,” Seth said, glancing at his wristwatch before he looked up.

“If Cole learns I printed his ledger history, he’ll cut off my audit privileges by noon.”

“Why would he move joint trust money into Brooke’s company account?” I asked.