of it.”
Gerald’s head jerked up.
“Some?”
“It wasn’t stolen.”
Elena’s expression remained completely neutral.
“That would be something your attorney could argue.”
Beatrice turned red.
“I was helping this family.”
“With my company’s money,” I said.
“We are your family.”
“There it is.”
She frowned.
“What?”
“The sentence you use whenever you want something that doesn’t belong to you.”
Adrian sank onto the edge of the sofa.
“Where did the money go?”
I answered before Beatrice could.
“Part of it covered loans.”
Gerald closed his eyes.
“Jesus.”
“Some paid
outstanding family expenses.”
I turned another page.
“And some went toward Tiffany’s car.”
As if summoned by her name, Adrian’s sister came down the staircase.
She had apparently been waiting upstairs because Beatrice had told her they would be staying here after I “came to my senses.”
Tiffany stopped halfway down.
“My car?”
Nobody answered.
She looked at her mother.
“Mom?”
Beatrice’s jaw tightened.
“Go upstairs.”
“No.”
Tiffany came down another step.
“What about my car?”
I held up the statement.
“Payments associated with it came from money transferred out
