suddenly stepped closer.
“Let me see that.”
Adrian handed him the report.
Gerald read the company name.
Then slowly looked at his wife.
The expression on his face changed.
“Beatrice.”
She didn’t respond.
“Please tell me that isn’t your account.”
Silence.
Adrian turned toward her.
“Mom?”
She adjusted one glove in her hand.
That was when I knew.
Not suspected.
Knew.
Gerald repeated:
“Is that your company?”
Beatrice lifted her chin.
“It’s more complicated than that.”
My attorney spoke for the first time.
“It isn’t particularly complicated.”
Beatrice snapped toward
