“No,” I said.

And Serena, sensing which way the ground was tilting, immediately stepped forward and began pointing at Preston, talking fast, desperate to trade him for her own safety — the apartment, the offshore accounts, the fake consulting invoices, his whole plan to abandon me once the money was moved, all of it pouring out of her.

“Keep talking,” Elias murmured, quietly recording her statement.

Reginald sank helplessly into a chair.