Nora watched through the camera, jotting notes on a yellow legal pad.

“And the navy binder?”

“The navy binder is for the money,” I said.

I hit print on Theo’s computer.

The machine hummed and dropped forty pages of bank statements into the tray.

They laid out the fifty-million-dollar settlement wire along with Spencer’s sudden demand to freeze twenty million after Brielle’s pregnancy ran into medical trouble in New Jersey.

“Rosalind thought fifty million would keep you quiet until the annual corporate succession audits were over,” Nora said.

“She thought I was off buying a house in California and crying into my tea,” I said.