A chill moved through me.
“Could he keep personal files there?”
“With enough money and the right account structure, yes.”
He sat back, thinking.
Daniel Brooks was not related to Madison despite sharing her last name. When I first hired him, I had almost walked out after seeing his name on the office door. He had noticed and said calmly, “No relation. Unfortunately, common surnames make for awkward introductions.” That dry honesty had made me trust him a little. His patience had made me trust him more.
Now, he looked less like my divorce attorney and more like a man standing at the edge of something much larger.
“Iris,” he said, “the affidavits and financial records are strong enough to slow him down. Maybe more. But if that archive exists and contains what Madison thinks it contains, this could go beyond property division.”
