Elias Cohen entered first. A man and a woman in dark suits followed him, scanning the room before they looked at Arthur. Federal agents.
Arthur braced both hands on the table and straightened. “This is a private matter. A marital dispute. You have no business here.” His voice cracked on the last word.
Cohen walked to the head of the table and dropped a thick folder in front of him. The Department of Justice seal was stamped in red across the cover.
“The marital dispute can wait, Mr. Ashford,” Cohen said. “This is a federal investigation.”
The female agent stepped forward. “Arthur Ashford, you are under investigation for multiple counts of wire fraud and money laundering.”
“My accounts?” Arthur turned to his lawyer. “You can’t freeze them. My lawyers will stop this.”
The male agent cu
