Mr. Vance set a hard drive on the evidence table.

“I concealed how much evidence I had,” I finished.

First came the trust documents, proving Julian had no claim to my inheritance. Then the forged loan papers, backed by a handwriting expert and a bank investigator.

Julian stopped smiling. Next came the bribery ledger, the shell-company transfers, the inspection reports, and photographs of cracked support columns inside buildings Julian had advertised as luxury homes.

Eleanor whispered, “This is a setup.”

“Be silent,” Judge Ross snapped.