The investigators were polite.
That frightened Judy more.
They asked whether they could speak somewhere private.
Richard immediately called an attorney.
Judy protested.
“I haven’t done anything.”
Richard looked at her.
“That has never stopped an investigation.”
Twenty minutes later they sat inside a hospital conference room.
A federal agent placed several documents on the table.
“Ms. Davis, are these your signatures?”
Judy looked.
Invoices.
Wire transfers.
Authorization forms.
Her name appeared everywhere.
“These are forged.”
“Can you prove that?”
“I wasn’t employed by these companies.”
The agent slid another document forward.
“You were listed as a consultant.”
“I wasn’t.”
Richard’s attorney leaned forward.
“My client will answer no further questions until we have reviewed the records.”
Judy stared at one particular transfer.
$3.8 million.
The receiving company name felt familiar.
She looked closer.
Then closer.
“Wait.”
Everyone stopped.
Judy picked up the sheet.
“This routing number is wrong.”
The agent frowned.
“What?”
“The bank identifier.”
She grabbed another document.
“And this date falls on a Sunday.”
“So?”
“This corporation’s treasury department doesn’t execute international transfers on Sundays.”
“How would you know?”
“Because I audited them two years ago.”
The agent studied her.
Judy’s mind accelerated.
Numbers had always calmed her.
People lied.
Numbers lied too, but badly.
“This entire package was manufactured.”
She pointed to another page.
“The invoice references an exchange rate published two days after the alleged transaction.”
Richard looked at her.
“So whoever created these records did it later.”
“Exactly.”
The agent’s expression changed.
For the first time, Judy was no longer merely a suspect.
She was useful.
“Can you identify who created them?”
“No.”
Then she saw it.
A three-digit internal code printed near the bottom.
EMC.
Her heart stopped.
Evan Mercer Consulting.
She looked at Richard.
“He made these.”
That evening Judy went home with her mother.
Richard insisted on security outside.
Judy protested until her mother said, “For once in your life, accept help without arguing.”
Judy stared.
Her mother shrugged.
“Your father is unconscious. Someone has to annoy you.”
Richard smiled.
Judy pointed at him.
“Don’t encourage her.”
For the first time in years, the Davis house felt almost like home.
Her childhood bedroom still had the same wooden bookshelf.
The same faded photograph from senior prom.
The same quilt her grandmother had sewn.
Judy sat on the bed and thought about Evan.
About Richard.
About the absurd fake engagement.
A knock sounded.
Richard stood in the doorway holding a garment bag.
“What is that?”
“Clothing.”
“I recognize the concept.”
“For tonight.”
“I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
“The investment conference.”
Judy stared.
“You want me to attend a conference with the man trying to frame me?”
“Yes.”
“That is perhaps the worst date invitation I’ve ever received.”
Richard leaned against the doorframe.
“We need Evan to believe you have access to your father’s evidence.”
“I don’t.”
“He doesn’t know that.”
“So I’m bait.”
“No.”
“That sounded exactly like bait.”
“You’d be protected the entire time.”
Judy shook her head.
“I spent four years letting Evan decide where I stood, what I wore, how loudly I laughed, and whether I was allowed dessert.”
Richard’s face darkened.
“I’m done letting powerful men arrange me like furniture.”
He nodded.
“Then don’t come.”
Judy blinked.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“You’re not going to persuade me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because no means no.”
She stared at him.
The answer should have been ordinary.
Instead it felt revolutionary.
Richard turned to leave.
“Wait.”
He stopped.
Judy looked at the garment bag.
“What’s in there?”
“A dress.”
“What size?”
“I don’t know.”
“You bought me a dress without knowing my size?”
“My assistant handled it.”
“That sentence saved your life.”
His mouth twitched.
Judy opened the bag.
The dress was deep green.
Elegant.
Long sleeves.
Soft fabric.
Beautiful without attempting to hide her.
She touched it.
“Your assistant has good taste.”
“She does.”
Judy looked toward the door.
“I’ll go.”
Richard turned.
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
“Good enough.”
Two hours later they entered the Sterling Hotel.
People noticed Richard immediately.
Conversations lowered.
Heads turned.
Judy noticed something else.
They moved away from him.
Not celebrity attention.
Fear.
She leaned toward him.
“Exactly how feared are you?”
Richard adjusted his cuff.
“Depends who you ask.”
“I’m asking you.”
“I’m delightful.”
She snorted.
“You threatened my ex with one sentence.”
“He deserved several.”
Then cameras flashed.
Richard extended his hand.
Judy looked at it.
“For appearances?”
“For balance. Those stairs are ridiculous.”
She took it.
At the top of the staircase, Evan saw them.
His face hardened.
Beside him stood the blonde woman Judy recognized immediately.
Caroline Voss.
The woman Evan had chosen after her.
Caroline looked Judy up and down.
Then smiled.
“Wow. You actually came.”
Judy felt the old instinct.
Shrink.
Apologize.
Disappear.
Instead she smiled.
“I did.”
Caroline glanced at Richard.
“And you brought impressive company.”
Richard said nothing.
Evan stepped forward.
“This fake engagement is getting embarrassing.”
Judy’s heart pounded.
Richard started to respond.
Judy touched his arm.
“I’ve got this.”
She faced Evan.
“You know what’s embarrassing?”
His smile faded.
“Building an entire fraud scheme and using an exchange rate from the wrong date.”
Silence.
Richard slowly looked at her.
Judy continued.
“You should have hired a better accountant.”
Evan’s face changed.
Barely.
But enough.
Fear.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about.”
She stepped closer.
“And so do federal investigators.”
Caroline looked sharply at Evan.
“What investigators?”
Evan ignored her.
“Judy, you’ve always been emotional.”
Eight months ago those words would have worked.
Tonight they did not.
“No,” Judy said calmly. “You just spent years calling every emotion inconvenient until I stopped trusting myself.”
People nearby were listening now.
Evan noticed.
His voice lowered.
“Walk away.”
“No.”
“Judy.”
Richard moved slightly closer.
Not in front of her.
Beside her.
That mattered.
Evan’s eyes dropped to their joined hands.
Then something unexpected happened.
Caroline spoke.
“Evan.”
He turned.
She looked pale.
“Is she talking about the Orion accounts?”
Judy froze.
Evan’s expression became murderous.
“Caroline, be quiet.”
Richard’s gaze sharpened.
Judy looked at Caroline.
“What Orion accounts?”
Caroline stepped back.
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
Evan grabbed her wrist.
Richard moved instantly.
“Release her.”
Evan did.
Caroline rubbed her wrist.
Judy saw fear in her eyes.
The same fear Judy had once carried.
And suddenly Caroline was no longer the enemy.
She was another woman Evan had convinced to stand where he told her.
Judy stepped toward her.
“Caroline.”
The blonde woman looked at her.
“What do you know?”
Caroline’s eyes filled with tears.
“Enough to know Evan is going to kill me for saying anything.”
Richard’s voice became cold.
“No, he isn’t.”
Across the ballroom, Mateo and four security officers began moving.
Evan looked around.
Then smiled.
“You think this proves anything?”
Judy met his gaze.
“No.”
She lifted her phone.
“But this might.”
The voice recorder had been running since she entered the ballroom.
For the first time, Evan Mercer truly looked afraid.
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