“Forensic accounting summary,” he said. “Over thirty-two months, Mr. Carter diverted charitable and corporate funds for personal use, concealed transfers through falsified expense coding, and most recently obtained a home equity loan against the marital residence in the amount of five hundred thousand dollars using a forged signature. The proceeds were routed to purchase a condominium in Stamford. Deed holder: Miss Tiffany Blake.”
Tiffany made a sound that was half gasp, half sob.
Henderson did not look at her yet. He was enjoying himself too much to hurry.
He opened the folio, removed a photo, and held it up.
“For completeness, the pendant currently being worn by Miss Blake was purchased using a card registered to a nonprofit subsidiary dedicated to childhood food insecurity. So, Miss Blake, what you are wearing tonight cost approximately one hundred and forty-six children their dinner allotment for a month.”
Tiffany’s hands flew to her neck. She ripped the necklace off so fast the clasp snapped and the stones scattered onto the floor.
“I didn’t know,” she said, voice cracking. “He told me he was separated. He told me she was abusive. He told me—”
Vivien’s reply was almost gentle.