Two weeks earlier, Dad had examined Colin’s financial disclosure and noticed something strange. Colin had served as finance director of my freight company for nine years, yet his declared finances were suspiciously modest. Dad contacted his former fraud-unit partner, Helen Okafor, and together they quietly investigated.

Inside the folder was a company I’d never heard of: Northgate Supply. For three years, Northgate had billed Brennan Freight for fuel surcharges and equipment servicing that apparently never happened. Colin had personally approved the invoices. Dad added them together. The total was $1.85 million. Money had been leaving my company in small, carefully disguised payments and flowing into accounts Colin had sworn under oath didn’t exist. Worse, shortly after the divorce hearing, someone had attempted my old PIN at three ATMs and on an emergency credit line. “Those cards were his last door,” Dad told me. “And you locked it before he reached the handle.”