He didn’t shout.

He looked at his wife with a stillness that was worse than shouting.

“I’m calling a lawyer the moment I leave this building, Marcia,” he said.

“I’m filing for divorce.

You will not see another dollar of mine.” She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

He turned to Brady.

“You drained my retirement to pay criminals.

I’m taking your name out of my will today.