Liam often wore tinted lenses because smoke damage had left his eyes sensitive to light. Beatrice had decided that meant he was blind, and spread the rumor herself.

I rose slowly to my feet.

“Sit down, Audrey,” she snapped. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

I almost laughed.

For six months, I’d been working with a forensic accountant named Maya Lin. We’d traced the loans Beatrice had opened in my name, the payroll money Chloe had diverted, and the vendor kickbacks paid to Beatrice’s husband. We’d also found that they’d billed Vance Meridian Industries for events that never happened.

Vance Meridian was Liam’s company.

Not his employer.

His company.