Victor bent his head, stiff, over the photographs on the floor, their edges already curling from the damp.
His hand shook as he picked up the first one. In it, Lily was in an overseas nightclub with a man on each arm, a tower of champagne glasses stacked three feet high behind her, her face flushed pink and glowing. In the second, she was on a yacht, swiping a card. In the third, she was tucked against a boy toy, wearing the watch Victor had given her.
I nudged the transfer records over to him with the toe of my shoe.
"That specialty medication you committed corporate embezzlement to buy her, it all went straight into her offshore account. What you thought was money keeping her alive was funding her lavish lifestyle."
Victor whipped his head toward Lily, the last flicker of light in hi
