“And I have three recorded interviews with her former factory coworkers confirming her memory is flawless.”

Arthur followed her into the kitchen, laid his leather briefcase flat on the white quartz counter, and undid the metal latches with two sharp clicks.

He opened the lid and began spreading full financial audits across the polished stone, laying paper after paper out in neat, overlapping rows until the white quartz was completely buried in printouts.

“On May twelfth, you transferred eighty-five thousand dollars from the sale of Loretta’s home directly into personal checking account number four-zero-two,” Arthur said, his quiet voice reading the line items without a single pause.

“Within forty-eight hours, fifty thousand dollars was wired to clear private personal loans held under Sloan’s name, and thirty-five thousand went to cover the up-front capital lease on a new luxury sports sedan.”