And a large share of the trust’s offshore holdings moves, directly, into a shell company Chloe controls overseas.”

The pieces fell into place with a precision that was almost admirable, if it had not been aimed at my murder.

“They didn’t just cut my brake line,” I murmured.

“They bought my inner circle.” Every betrayal I had catalogued over five days was not separate, I understood now.

They were coordinated, a single conspiracy with a single deadline, and the deadline was designed around a clause in my own charter that I had written years ago never imagining it would be turned against me.

The crash had been the first attempt.