Lynn sat on the edge of the sofa, holding three months of our joint checking statements under the bright reading lamp.

“If you keep digging into these company accounts, Claire, you might not like what you find,” Lynn said, adjusting her silver bracelet against her wrist.

“Arthur Vance has three corporate lawyers on retainer in Knoxville.”

“Greg gave Arthur forty-five thousand dollars of our life savings,” I said, standing beside the table.

“And if Arthur’s company goes into receivership, the state tax board will pull every joint tax return you signed for the last five years,” Lynn said.

“They don’t care who moved the money.