Trevor and Kristen barely noticed her.
That was their mistake.
Ana came to my temporary office three days after the accounts were frozen.
She carried a red accordion folder.
“I have something.”
Daniel looked concerned.
“If this contains evidence relevant to the investigation, we need to handle it properly.”
“I already made a copy for Detective Mills.”
Of course she had.
I smiled despite everything.
“Sit down.”
Ana did.
Then she looked at my bruises.
Her eyes filled.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t.”
“I should’ve told you sooner.”
Another person.
Another secret.
“How much sooner?”
“Six months.”
I stared.
Ana had noticed Trevor accessing records he did not need.
At first she assumed I authorized it.
Then Kristen began calling.
Not through company channels.
Directly.
Asking where original operating agreements were stored.
Which banks held reserve accounts.
Whether I signed documents digitally or by hand.
Ana gave vague answers.
Then Kristen asked:
