“No,” Garrett replied immediately. “She’s causing a scene over money.”
Elise ignored him and faced me.
“I’d like the security footage preserved,” I said. “From this room, the lobby, and the bar. I’d also like your staff who witnessed him grabbing for my phone to remain available for officers.”
Garrett turned pale.
Vivian studied me as though suddenly recognizing something she’d overlooked for years. I wasn’t crying, pleading, or apologizing.
I was gathering evidence.
Elise nodded. “Of course.”
Garrett gave a forced laugh. “This is insane. You’re going to ruin me over dinner?”
“No,” I said. “You ruined yourself when you stole from my accounts.”
His brother abruptly looked up.
Vivian’s tone sharpened. “Careful, Claire.”
I reached into my purse again and produced a slim folder containing printed bank statements, fraud reports, copied forged authorizations, and a letter from my attorney confirming our separation filing had been prepared that morning.
