I told her you’d find it eventually.”
“The forensic audit from that year is sitting on my attorney’s desk,” I said.
“The forgery.
The offshore transfer.
The retainer she paid you in Miami.
All of it.
Here is what happens now, Emeric, and you get to choose which.
You send my legal team a sworn, notarized affidavit — the whole of it, the forgery and the extortion in that hospital room and the bribery — within the hour.
Or you explain all of it to the district attorney’s financial-crimes unit in the morning.
Those are the two doors.”
“Auden, no—” My mother reached for my arm.
I stepped out of her reach without looking at her.
“I’ll send the affidavit,” Vasser said quietly.
“I kept everything, Auden.