“Did you secure the remote access to the Rowan Meridian ledger?” I asked.
“I did,” she said, tapping a finger against the bezel of her tablet.
“But we have a larger issue than your husband’s personal accounts,” she added.
The SUV moved smoothly down the steep curves of the hill toward the downtown skyline.
Nadia handed me the tablet, her thumb highlighting a column of six-figure entries from the spring quarter.
“These are billed under corporate development,” I said, squinting at the screen in the dimming light of the cabin.
“Our development budget was capped in January,” I noted.
“Look at the vendor name,” Nadia said.
The name Crestview Consulting appeared six times between March and June, each entry followed by an identical transfer of forty-eight thousand dollars.
“We do not use Crestview,” I said, my voice remaining level despite the sudden dryness in my throat.
“Arthur Vance handles all our external consulting, and his firm is billed under his own name,” I added.
