I saw the audit files you left on our shared cloud server before we split.”

So that was it.

That was what had brought them here, in a panic, on the night of the divorce.

Julian had seen a piece of my work, some fragment of the forensic ledger that had synced to a shared server before I disentangled our accounts, and he had understood, at last, that the quiet accountant he had used as a fall guy was not so quiet after all, that she had been building something, and that it could destroy them.

He had come to destroy it first.