Sloan stopped dead near the refrigerator, her manicured nails tapping rapidly against her empty glass mug before she set it down hard on the edge of the counter.

“What is he talking about, Mark?” Sloan asked, her light, airy tone dropping into something sharp and cold.

“You told me that loan payoff came from your Q3 corporate performance bonus.”

“He’s reading official bank clearing statements,” David said, stepping up to the counter and laying a yellow legal pad on top of Arthur’s spreadsheets.

“Along with seven monthly cash withdrawal records from Loretta’s bank that match her handwritten checkbook entries for twelve hundred dollars a month in forced cash rent.”

David reached into his inside suit pocket and pulled out four glossy color photographs, setting them down side by side next to the cash withdrawal receipts.