“Daniel,” I said.

“For the past forty-eight hours, while you’ve been panicking about your mother’s house, my legal team has been auditing every transaction that left my accounts over the past two years.” He raised his head slowly, and I watched a new fear arrive in his eyes, a fear with the specific quality of a person who knows exactly what an audit is going to find.

“What are you saying?” he whispered.

I pushed several wire-transfer records across the desk toward him.