of it.”
Gerald’s head jerked up.
“Some?”
“It wasn’t stolen.”
Elena’s expression remained completely neutral.
“That would be something your attorney could argue.”
Beatrice turned red.
“I was helping this family.”
“With my company’s money,” I said.
“We are your family.”
“There it is.”
She frowned.
“What?”
“The sentence you use whenever you want something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Adrian sank onto the edge of the sofa.
“Where did the money go?”
I answered before Beatrice could.
“Part of it covered loans.”
Gerald closed his eyes.
“Jesus.”
“Some paid
