“Lake Mercer isn’t one account.”
Of course.
I closed my eyes.
The handwritten ledger.
Account numbers.
Dates.
Initials.
Lake Mercer was a label.
Not an account.
A network.
“How many?”
“At the last count Arthur completed?”
“Yes.”
“Two hundred and thirteen financial entities.”
I opened my eyes.
“Across how many countries?”
“Seventeen.”
Liam sat on the edge of the chair arm.
“Why would Dad give Maya control of something like that?”
“He didn’t.”
I stared at Evelyn.
“You just said—”
“He gave Mercer North to Maya.”
“And Mercer North controls Lake Mercer.”
“It was never supposed to.”
My thoughts stopped.
Evelyn removed a folded document from her leather file.
She did not hand it to me.
Detective Ruiz stepped closer first.
“Is that the amendment?”
“Yes.”
“The one with Arthur Carter’s signature?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t give it to her.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
Ruiz put on gloves.
