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Grace called Friday morning at eight fifty-two.

"The number belongs to a woman named Vanessa Pryce," she said.

"But not Claire's friend Vanessa.

This is a different person entirely.

She's a licensed financial advisor.

She works independently — no firm affiliation for the last two years."

"What was her firm before that?"

"Holt Commercial Realty.

She left fourteen months ago."

Fourteen months.

The same month Raymond registered the LLC.

"She worked for Raymond," I said.

"For three years.

And based on what I'm seeing in the financial trace, she's the one who structured the LLC.

The registered agent is Raymond, but the operational architecture — the way the accounts are layered, the way the transfers were timed — that's her work.

She knows what she's doing."

I sat down.

"So Raymond brought in a professional."

"Raymond brought in someone who knew exactly how to move money in a way that looked like normal investment activity." Grace paused.

"She's also the one who opened the Florida property purchase.

Her signature is on the closing documents as the buyer's representative."

"Can we tie her directly to our savings account?"

"The forensic accountant says yes.

The transfer timing matches her known working pattern — she structured it to move on the last business day of each month, which is when most account holders aren't watching closely.

It's a technique.

She's used it before."

"Before," I repeated.

"This isn't the first time."

"There are two other cases I've found so far where a similar pattern appears.

Both involved couples in the middle of a divorce.

Both involved LLCs registered to one spouse." A pause.

"I think she finds clients through word of mouth.

People who want to move money before a settlement and need someone who knows how."

"Claire found her through Raymond."

"That would be my guess."

I stood up and walked to the window.

Outside, Lily was in the backyard with a book, sitting in the grass with her knees pulled up and her back against the fence the way she always sat when she wanted to be alone but didn't want to go too far.

Noah was in the baby monitor on the kitchen counter, asleep.

"Grace," I said.

"What does this look like to the attorney general's office?"

A careful pause.

"It looks like organized financial fraud.

Potentially across multiple cases.

If the other two instances hold up, this isn't just your divorce — this is a pattern."

"I work for the attorney general's office."

"I know."

"If I bring this to my supervisor, it becomes an official investigation.

That means I lose control of the timeline.

It also means Raymond's threat about my emails becomes relevant, because he'll use anything he can to muddy the water."

"Yes," Grace said.

"That's the risk."

"And if I don't bring it in?"

"Then we pursue it civilly.

Fraud, conversion of marital assets, potentially conspiracy.

We can still get your money back and potentially the properties.

But Vanessa Pryce keeps working."

I watched Lily turn a page without looking up.

"Bring it in," I said.

"Give everything to my supervisor directly.

All of it — the transfers, the LLC, Vanessa Pryce, the other two cases.

Raymond's emails too.

Let them look at everything."

"Are you sure?

Once it's in—"

"I know.

I'm sure." I turned away from the window.

"Raymond said I trust everyone.

He was wrong.

I trusted him.

There's a difference."

"I'll have the package ready by end of day," Grace said.

"Daniel — this was the right call."

"I know," I said.

"Make sure Lily's name is in the file.

And Noah's.

I want it on record what happened to them."

"It already is," she said quietly.

"It was the first thing I put in."

I set the phone down on the counter.

The baby monitor crackled softly — Noah shifting in his sleep.

Through the window, Lily had set her book down and was looking up at the sky with the expression she got when she was thinking about something she hadn't figured out how to ask yet.

I went to the back door and opened it.

"Bug," I said.

"You want some lunch?"

She looked over at me.

"Daddy, are things going to be okay?"

I stepped outside and sat down in the grass beside her.

"Yes," I said.

"It's going to take a little while.

But yes."

She leaned her head against my arm.