“Enough to interest the attorney general if the board wants to make noise.”
I closed my eyes.
Even after everything, some foolish part of me had hoped Grant was merely weak. Cruel, selfish, adulterous, yes. But not criminally stupid.
Marianne sat across from me. “Evelyn, listen carefully. Divorce is the clean part. The foundation is the dangerous part. If Patricia tries to frame you as the financial operator behind their accounts, we need to move first.”
“She would do that?”
Marianne gave me a look.
I sighed. “Of course she would.”
My office door opened, and my assistant, Claire, stepped inside. “Ms. Hart, Patricia Caldwell is downstairs. She says she won’t leave.”
Marianne smiled without warmth. “Speak of the devil’s decorator.”
I almost refused.
Then I thought of Patricia standing in my lobby, beneath the Hart & Vale logo, probably telling my receptionist she had known me since I was nobody.
“Send her up,” I said.
Five minutes later, Patricia entered my office without waiting for Claire to announce her.
She wore sunglasses indoors. That told me she had either been crying or wanted people to think she had. Her cream suit was immaculate, but her hands trembled around her handbag.
