“I’m the administrator of the Caldwell trust.”

Maya glanced at the document.

“No.”

She opened her leather folder.

“What you’re holding is Exhibit Four.”

The expression on my father’s face changed.

“What?”

“For the past six months, Ethan Caldwell suspected someone was attempting unauthorized access to several of his holding companies.”

Richard went still.

“Three fraudulent authorization requests were submitted.”

Maya flipped a page.

“Two of them originated from an IP address registered to your consulting office.”

The color drained from his face.

What Richard didn’t know was that Ethan and I had discovered those attempts four months before Ethan died.

We hadn’t confronted him.

We had prepared for him.

I worked in compliance.

I understood what greed did when it thought no one was paying attention.

So Ethan and I created a dormant trust.

It contained no meaningful assets.