“He came straight over to you,” Richard said.

“He grabbed my arm and demanded to know where the gray drive was,” Emily said softly, her voice fading… “I told him I had no idea what he was talking about.”

“That’s when he lost control,” Michael said.

“It wasn’t some sudden burst of temper,” Emily whispered.

“He wasn’t mad about breakfast or the house.”

“He was hunting down evidence,” Richard said.

“He kept asking who I’d given the files to,” Emily said softly, her voice fading… “He said if those spreadsheets ever left the house, his whole life was finished.”