They had come, at least in part, from someone with legitimate professional access to the numbers, someone who had looked at them and grown alarmed enough to say something.

I understood, staring at those printouts, that I had crossed from one kind of problem into another, far larger one.

An affair breaks a heart.

But the pages Leo had just shown me suggested that while Julian was breaking my heart, he had also, methodically been dismantling my financial security, one transfer at a time.

And there was something about the patience of it that chilled me more than the sums.

A crime of passion, I could almost have understood; people do wild, ruinous things when they fall for someone new.