The document that had cost her family everything, and the proof of who had taken it, sitting in the same steel box.

That night we submitted certified digital copies directly to the State Attorney General’s office and to federal financial-crime investigators.

Everything was in place.

Or so I thought.

Chapter 18 — Seventy-Two Hours

Three days before the wedding, Percival turned up at my apartment at eleven at night, unannounced, his eyes bloodshot, his composure finally cracking.