Time-stamped wire routing records.

And again: a formal fraud notification, drafted and ready, addressed to the lead underwriting bank on his two-hundred-million-dollar loan.

“Where,” he said, and his voice had lost all its command, “did you get this?”

“I’m a senior forensic financial investigator, Arthur,” I said.

“It’s what I do.

You thought your son had married a quiet, compliant girl who would decorate your dinners and keep your secrets.

You didn’t marry him off to a compliant wife.