And forensic auditors are going through the books right now, as we stand here.” For one heartbeat, nothing.

And then the perfect wedding came apart.

Sloane rounded on Damon, her voice climbing toward a shriek about frozen accounts and what he had promised her.

Everett shoved through the guests toward his brother.

Priscilla was on her feet, saying something desperate about Oregon.

Two hundred of the most important people in Damon’s world stood on a Malibu lawn and watched his family scream at one another over stolen money.

I set the microphone down on a table.