I placed it on the foyer table beneath a silver-framed photograph of Evan smiling at some charity polo match.
Then I looked at her.
“What I should have done sooner.”
Evan’s voice rose.
“Alex, enough of this. If this is some stunt to scare us into a settlement—”
“It isn’t a stunt,” I said.
“It’s discovery.”
He stared.
Julian’s associates exchanged a glance.
Richard looked suddenly older.
I had wondered, in the weeks leading to that moment, whether exposing the truth would make me feel vindicated.
It did not.
It made me feel clean.
There is a difference.
Julian reached into the inner pocket of his coat and removed a thin file.
He handed it to Richard.
“Preliminary notices,” he said.
“Civil, regulatory, and criminal referrals. There’s more coming.”
