I looked at Sophie, whose tiny hand had escaped the blanket.
“Did he ever talk about the company receiving money from other investors?”
“Yes. He said it was a private security business. Something involving risk management and financial protection. I don’t understand that world.”
“Did you sign anything?”
“Some documents. He said they were incorporation papers, bank forms, and agreements for the investors. I signed them electronically.”
“Did you read them?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Some of them. Not all. He always had an explanation, and he always seemed impatient when I asked questions.”
I took a breath.
“Vesna, I need you to understand something. The money in that account isn’t just money that Richard stole from our household savings. The company may have been used to receive money from other people, too.”
She stopped moving.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know everything yet. But the documents I found suggest the business may be connected to a much larger financial investigation.”
