I traced formation documents through registered agents. Cross-referenced wire timings against internal ledger anomalies. Built transaction chains through shell entities designed to create distance from Nathan’s name. He’d layered it well, better than I expected, but he had one fatal weakness all arrogant men have: he thought complexity was the same thing as invisibility.
It isn’t.
Complexity just gives you more edges to grab.
By the second week, I had reconstructed nearly the entire concealment path. By the third, I could prove that $2.8 million in marital assets had been routed through three entities and partially masked with firm-related billings.
That last part mattered.
Not just because it was ugly, but because it dragged the architecture firm toward tax exposure and internal fraud questions Nathan absolutely did not want anywhere near a divorce judge.
Sandra reviewed the file slowly.
When she finished, she smiled without warmth. “I’m filing an amended petition.”
Word traveled fast after that.
Gerald called her twice in one day.
Henry retained separate counsel by the end of the week.