Oscar leaned down, his eyes scanning the original calligraphy and the stamped tax registry numbers at the bottom of the page.

“Varela is an inactive corporate shell account,” Oscar insisted, though the arrogant edge in his voice slipped a little.

“It’s been run by an offshore investment board for twenty years.”

“The board consists of one sole trustee and owner,” I said, looking straight into his eyes.

“Elena Varela.”

Oscar dropped his brass fountain pen on the blotter, where it rolled against the wooden rim with a dull click.

“You signed a zero-asset waiver in family court four hours ago,” Oscar said quickly, his breath catching.