“Consulting payments,” Sienna said. “Companies that don’t exist. Garrick told me to delete the files.”
Miriam snapped, “A wife has no business digging through her husband’s work.”
Garrick reached across the table and pressed his hand against Sienna’s injured shoulder. She gasped.
I caught his wrist. Not hard. I didn’t need to.
“Remove your hand.”
He looked amused. “Or what?”
“Or you will make the next thirty minutes far worse for yourself.”
He pulled away and laughed. “You retired prosecutors always think the world still listens to you.”
But I knew more than he realized.
I chaired the trust’s ethics committee. I had already reviewed suspicious vendor payments at Ashford Industries. Each amount looked small on its own, but together they added up to millions. What we lacked was the signature tying the scheme to Garrick.
Sienna had found it.
“Where are the files?” I asked.
Garrick slammed his palm against the table. “There are no files.”
Sienna looked at the bread basket. I lifted the linen napkin beneath it and found a black flash drive taped to the wicker.
Miriam shot to her feet. “Give that to me.”
I slipped it into my pocket.
Garrick’s face changed. The charm disappeared, leaving only cold calculation. “You have no idea what you’re touching,” he said.
“I know exactly what I’m touching.”
He locked the dining room door. His brother rose behind him. Miriam grabbed Sienna’s phone from the counter and dropped it into her wineglass. The screen hissed and went black.
“There,” Miriam said. “No more recordings.”
Sienna began to shake. Garrick stepped closer to me.
“You will hand over that drive. Then you will tell everyone Sienna fell down the stairs.”
“Everyone?”
“The hospital. Her friends. Anyone who asks.”
“And if I refuse?”
He smiled. “You are seventy-one. Accidents happen.”
I glanced at the brass clock. Twenty-two minutes had passed.
“You targeted the wrong woman,” I said.
Garrick barked out a laugh. “Sienna?”
“No,” I said. “Me.”
I removed my watch and placed it on the table. A tiny green light blinked beneath the face. Miriam went pale.
“State law allows one-party consent,” I said. “Everything said since I entered this room has been transmitted to secure cloud storage.”
Garrick lunged for the watch. I swept it out of reach and stood. He grabbed my arm.
Sienna screamed, “Don’t touch her!”
Garrick shoved me back against the sideboard. Plates crashed to the floor. Pain flashed through my hip, but I stayed upright.
Then the doorbell rang. Once. Twice.
Garrick released me and straightened his shirt. “Smile,” he ordered. “All of you.”
He walked to the front door with the confidence of a man expecting harmless neighbors. But when he opened it, his smile collapsed.
Standing on the porch was the chair of Ashford Industries with six board members. Beside them stood Police Commissioner Raymond Fletcher, two detectives, and Dr. Chen carrying a medical bag.
