He was looking at the papers underneath it.

Chapter 26 — Neon Yellow

A hidden wide-angle camera I had legally installed in that office before I left caught his face on my laptop screen, and I watched the color drain out of it until he looked like a dead man, until his knees went and he had to catch himself on the doorframe.

The papers were high-resolution copies of the shell-company bank statements — the accounts he and Regan had used to funnel my trust money.

I had highlighted every fraudulent transfer, every fake invoice, every wire, in blinding neon yellow.

Beside them lay a formal notice of a civil suit for financial fraud, and copies of the criminal assault charges filed against Regan.