I sat perfectly still. I did not interrupt him. I did not raise my voice. I did not defend my honor or call him a liar.
I let him speak for forty five uninterrupted minutes. I let him detail his fabricated financial struggles. I let him cry about how he had no money left because of the trauma I had allegedly caused him. I allowed every single lie to be permanently recorded by the stenographer under the penalty of perjury.
When Derek finally finished his theatrical performance his attorney leaned back with a smug satisfied smile and asked how we intended to respond to these more than reasonable settlement terms. Attorney Davis did not bring up the fake DNA test. He did not mention the corrupted fertility clinic. He certainly did not mention the recorded fatal plot.
Instead he simply nodded toward me. I reached into my uniform pocket and pulled out a single neatly folded sheet of paper. I unfolded it flattened the creases and casually slid it across the long conference table until it rested directly in front of Derek and his lawyer. I asked Derek to explain for the official court record the two point five million dollar wire transfer that had been initiated from his client escrow account exactly seventy two hours ago.
I asked him to explain why that exact sum of money had been routed into an offshore holding company registered in the Cayman Islands entirely under the name of his junior broker Brittany. The smug facade on Derek’s face shattered instantly. All the color drained from his cheeks leaving him looking like a terrified ghost. His attorney stopped taking notes.
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