The Professional Team
I accepted the coffee as rain began to fall harder. In Andrew’s mind, I was trudging home in misery. In reality, I had my team: Marcus on security, Valentina the forensic accountant tracking every penny, and Rebecca, the fiercest divorce attorney in the state, building a case that filled binders.
“Valentina confirmed monitoring is live?” I asked.
“She’s been tracking every transfer. The ten thousand went straight into an offshore trail she documented. She’s traced two years of withdrawals—he’s been draining your joint assets.”
He checked his phone. “Rebecca files emergency papers tomorrow morning. Abandonment. Financial abuse. Fraud. Combined with tonight’s recording, he won’t even see it coming.”
We climbed into the truck as the storm broke fully, rain pounding like drums. Andrew was heading home to a life already gone.
Marcus had installed surveillance cameras under the guise of security upgrades. Valentina traced hidden accounts. Rebecca prepared airtight legal strategy. Together, they built a case Andrew couldn’t escape.
