“Isn’t it true that two hundred forty thousand dollars was steadily siphoned out of marital assets to shield your firm before you filed for sole custody?” I asked.

“No,” Grant said, his voice barely rising above the hum of the air vents.

“That’s a complete mischaracterization.”

“Thank you, Mr.

Holloway.

I have no more questions for this witness right now.”

Grant stepped down from the stand and walked back to his table, his eyes on his leather briefcase.

Judge Whitmore checked the clock on her desk, which said twelve forty-five.