“It was in our marital residence.”
“It was inside a biometric safe registered only to me.”
Delaney stared at him.
“You said Seraphina authorized the gift.”
Grant lowered his voice.
“We will discuss this later.”
Mavis pushed through the guests.
“You ungrateful little nobody!”
She lifted one hand as if she intended to strike me.
Two security officers stepped between us.
Her expression twisted.
“We welcomed you into our family.”
“You gave me a bedroom and called it generosity because you never knew who paid the mortgage.”
Before Mavis could answer, a federal investigator stepped onto the stage.
His name was Daniel Mercer, a senior agent with the financial-crimes division.
He activated the large screen behind him.
Bank records appeared.
They showed millions of dollars transferred from Bellamy-backed development funds into companies controlled by Delaney.
Three properties.
A yacht.
An apartment in Miami.
A consulting firm with no employees.
Agent Mercer looked directly at Grant.
