The neighbors testified first — the screaming, the shattering glass, Ian’s unhurried walk out of the house.

Then my medical experts documented the full extent of the injuries and quietly dismantled Regan’s last-minute claim of self-defense.

And then the financial records went up on the screen above the bench, and the air went out of the room.

Chapter 30 — Four Hundred Thousand

Faye traced the money with a laser pointer — out of the Fairholm Trust, through the maze of Ian’s shell company, into an offshore account Regan had opened to cover secret gambling debts.

The judge, a stern woman with no tolerance for financial abuse, looked over her glasses at the defense table.