She said she could not yet confirm anything like tax fraud, that it would take a proper forensic audit to establish the full picture, and that she would only ever say what the documents could prove.

But one thing, she said, was already beyond doubt.

Julian was systematically stripping away the financial ground I stood on, and he had been doing it for a long time.

“Don’t confront him yet, Evelyn,” she said, and she gripped my wrist across the little table.

“I mean it.

If Julian realizes that you know about these accounts, he will move whatever liquid funds are left offshore before you can ever file for discovery, and then it’s gone, and no court will get it back.

You have one advantage right now, and it is that he thinks he’s safe.