Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account
Julian’s lawyer took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth.
“May I see the video time log one more time?” he asked.
Gordon tapped a key.
The log filled the screen.
“September twenty-eighth, eight forty-two.
October seventeenth, three fifteen.
October thirtieth, nine forty, declined,” Gordon said.
The lawyer read all three lines.