I can put every dollar back in the household account by Friday morning.”

I touched my left wrist, where the last faint yellow trace of a bruise had finally faded under my dark wool coat sleeve.

“What about Sierra?”

“Sierra was fired on Friday,” Cole said, lowering his voice to a quiet, confiding hum.

“Her consulting contract was terminated without severance.

She’s completely out of my life and completely out of Whitmore Capital.”

He reached into his leather briefcase and took out a stapled document in a heavy blue legal cover.