“She pointed at the floor,” Emily said quietly.

“She told him to clean up the mess before the dinner guests got there.”

Michael looked across the bed at Richard and gave one firm nod.

“She wasn’t turning a blind eye to it,” Richard said.

“She was keeping the party on schedule.”

“She knew about the Cayman accounts right from the start,” Emily whispered, her voice fading… “She helped him set up the shell company three years ago.”

Michael laid his hands on the metal bed rail and looked down at Emily.