The Account
Caden
Diane came down the stairs slowly, coat still on, and stood in the doorway of the study looking at the two of us like she already knew exactly what had been said on that call.
“An account in my name,” she said. “Opened two days ago. Used to pay off a doctor in Florida.” She let that sit for a moment. “I assume that’s what I just heard.”
“Diane—”
“I didn’t open it.” She said it simply, without heat, the way you state a fact you’ve already accepted is going to be doubted. “Two days ago I was at my sister’s in Duluth dealing with the fact that my marriage had just ended. I wasn’t opening offshore accounts, Caden.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” She crossed her arms. “Because right now your lawyer is sitting on information that puts my name on a payment that frames Marguerite as
