He had pulled the county tax records.

He knew exactly who owned the polished travertine floors and the crystal chandeliers in the lobby.

“He found the holding company structure,” I said.

Brenda opened her fountain pen cap with a sharp click.

“He found everything, George.

The hotel, the land, the venue management operating accounts.

And he found out you were the sole primary shareholder of the entire forty-two-million-dollar portfolio.”

I stared at the highlighted yellow lines on the paper.