The lead investigator calmly held up a search warrant, the thick stack of paper acting as a shield against Carlo’s bluster.

“Mr. Moretti, Mr. Vance, we have a federal warrant to seize all electronic devices and physical ledgers on these premises,” the agent announced, his voice devoid of emotion.

An officer approached Elena and firmly requested her custom-cased smartphone.

She let out an ear-piercing scream, clutching the device to her chest as if it were an infant, until the officer sternly warned her about obstruction of justice.

Daniel, drowning in his own ruin, made one final, desperate play.

He threw his hands up, pointing at me. “She’s insane! She forged all of this! She’s a disgruntled ex-wife trying to frame me! Those emails are deep-fakes!”