“Ethan.”
“Who selected the institution?”
“Ethan.”
“Who had primary login control?”
“Ethan.”
“When did your independent access stop?”
“About a year ago.”
“Did Vivian ever have a card tied to any household or brokerage account?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did Ethan’s lifestyle change during the marriage?”
“Yes.”
“Did yours?”
I looked down at my swollen hands.
“Yes.”
When I finished, Diane opened the thick folder she had brought with her.
“I pulled what I could last night from Whitmore outgoing transfer records and from authorizations we already had. The emergency preservation requests will give us more, but this is enough to begin.”
She slid the first sheet toward me.
Monthly incoming transfers from Whitmore Family Holdings.
Thirty deposits.
All exactly three hundred thousand dollars.
All on the first business day of the month.
All routed to an account ending in 7714, labeled Mercer Household Operating.
My vision blurred.
Part of me, even then, had wanted a mistake. A clerical error. A misrouted account. Something bureaucratic and stupid. Something that would let me remain the woman whose husband had been careless, not predatory.
Diane placed the second sheet in front of me.
“Within forty-eight to seventy-two hours of each incoming transfer,” she said, “large amounts were moved out. Repeatedly. First to Ethan Mercer’s personal brokerage account. Then to an entity called Mercer Strategic Advisory LLC, registered in Delaware. Ethan is sole controller.”
The transfers marched down the page.
Three hundred thousand in.
Two hundred forty thousand out.
Three hundred thousand in.
Two hundred sixty-five thousand out.
Three hundred thousand in.
Two hundred twenty thousand out.
Over and over.
A rhythm.
A pattern.
A theft with a calendar.
I pressed my hand over my mouth.
Diane turned another page.
“There is also a secondary benefit stream. Vivian Mercer was an authorized user on a premium card paid from the brokerage side. Hotels, spas, retail, jewelry, personal travel, and a recurring consulting retainer to a shell entity registered at a mailbox service.”
My grandmother said one word.
