Then he signed.
“He understood whatever he wanted to understand,” I said.
Ruiz stopped writing.
“And what prompted the independent audit?”
For the first time, I hesitated.
Because that was the question underneath everything.
The bruise on my wrist had pushed me toward Liam.
The missing phone had pushed me toward a therapist.
The night Ethan locked me out of our joint accounts had pushed me to review the trust.
But the audit?
That began with fourteen thousand, eight hundred dollars.
A tiny amount by Apex standards.
Barely enough to pay for a few days of equipment rentals on one of Ethan’s larger projects.
The payment had been made to a consulting company called Northline Strategies.
There was no invoice.
No contract.
No description of services.
I noticed it because I had trained myself to notice things that didn’t fit.
“I found a vendor payment,” I said.
“Fraud?”
