Dean sat in a green vinyl armchair by the window with his arms folded tight across his chest while his lawyer leaned on the file cabinet.

“We’re looking at three counts of wire fraud and grand larceny,” Higgins said, opening a manila folder on his desk.

“The paper trail from Oakhaven Savings straight into Blackwood Timber leaves no room for argument.”

“My client was managing complicated family land assets in the middle of a tragedy,” Dean’s lawyer said, folding his arms.

Sophie took her phone out of her coat pocket and set it squarely on the mahogany desk between them.

She tapped the screen twice.