Richard denied knowing anything about any of it. Then the hidden camera I’d installed in my own home office caught him on video, photographing the card containing my private banking credentials.
I changed every code immediately and set up a new, closely monitored account using replacement credentials. Richard photographed those too, within days. Madison logged in two days after that and scheduled the eight-hundred-thousand-dollar transfer herself.
That was the proof Nina had been patiently waiting for me to gather.
At her townhouse, I finally turned my phone back on. Ninety-three missed calls greeted me.
Richard’s messages changed noticeably as the hours ticked by. At first, he sounded simply annoyed. You embarrassed me in front of everyone. Then impatient. Call the bank and fix this. Then, as the reality set in, genuinely frightened. Payroll is due, Claire. People could lose their jobs. And finally, almost pathetically affectionate. Claire, I love you. We can work this out privately.
