“I spent yesterday going through Whitmore Capital’s public filings,” Arthur said, sliding a single sheet across the polished wood.

I looked down at three columns of red numbers showing wire routing sequences.

“What am I looking at?” I asked.

“Cole moved two hundred and eighty thousand dollars out of your joint household account,” Arthur said.

“That money went straight into a shell company account registered in SoHo.”

“To cover the Tiffany purchase for Sierra,” I said.

“That was only the first installment,” Arthur said.

He pointed his pen at a second column.