Amber walked into that office carrying a worn leather ledger in a canvas shopping bag, insisting, even as she handed over the evidence that would convict her whole family, that she had only ever been obeying her husband.

The ledger was Indigo’s, and it was meticulous — handwritten dates, amounts, routing numbers, a careful record of every corporate kickback, every mortgage payment made with stolen money, every offshore transfer, every loan he had quietly made to relatives out of embezzled corporate funds.

The scheme, laid out in his own tidy handwriting, was almost elegantly simple: Bruno approved inflated invoices for vendors tied to Indigo’s friends, the money was paid out, a percentage was kicked back to Indigo in cash or offshore, and Indigo washed it into the luxury assets his family enjoyed.

Amber had known every detail.