I took copies of everything.

Every offshore ledger.

Every record of every transaction.

Five years of documentation of exactly what this family does, sitting in a secure location, waiting.”

Wendy Vance’s cold smile finally faltered, and for the first time since she had walked through that door, a flicker of genuine shock crossed her carefully composed face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered.

“You would ruin this family.

You would ruin yourself.” “I would hand every last page of it,” Luca said, “straight to the federal prosecutors.