“I don’t hate you at all,” I said, and it was the truth.

“You simply don’t matter to me anymore.” I ended the call before he could answer, and I blocked the number, and I sat for a while with my hand on my daughter’s back, feeling it rise and fall.

Chapter 11 — Kestrel Holdings

What Roderick did not know was that my forensic accountants had already found something a great deal stranger than embezzlement.

Buried under the transfers to Odette’s coast house was a separate wire — two million dollars, moved out of a Pembroke shell account into an offshore firm called Kestrel Holdings.