Stacks of cash covered the bed. Boxes overflowed with ledgers, bank statements, contracts, flash drives, and sealed envelopes. Rosa stood in the middle of it all, wearing gloves, her face calm but pale.
I grabbed the doorframe. “Rosa… what have you done?”
She turned slowly.
“Every dollar here belongs to you, Mr. Calloway.”
My mouth went dry.
She lifted one folder and placed it in my shaking hands.
“Your partners did not vanish with your money,” she said. “They hid it through your wife’s accounts.”
The room tilted.
“Vanessa?”
Rosa nodded once.
“And Mr. Bennett helped them.”
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