Page 194 of Lorenzo

I take a sip of coffee.

“So I stopped looking at her accounts as a whole and started looking at anything that changed during the months before Genevieve died.”

“And?”

“There were yet more deposits, but they were different. More than she could have afforded.”

“How much?”

“Usually between five and nine thousand dollars.”

His gaze lifts.

“Regularly?”

“No. That would have been easier to spot.”

I pull another sheet from the folder.

“Eight thousand four hundred in January. Six thousand two hundred in March. Nine thousand in April. Five thousand eight hundred in June.”

“And no identifiable source.”

“Technically, there were sources.”

I hand him the next page.

“Three different companies.”

He scans the names. “Southfield Consulting Group. Oak Ridge Holdings. Pitt Business Solutions. What do they do?”

“Nothing, as far as I can tell.”

His eyes come back to mine. “Shell companies.”

“Yes.”

I lean forward and pick up my dessert plate, mostly because the cake has been sitting there untouched and looks too delicious to ignore.

“Southfield was incorporated three years ago. No employees that I can find. No operating address beyond a registered agent. Oak Ridge is almost identical. Pitt has a little more paperwork attached to it, but no indication that it actually conducts business.”

“And all three paid Rachel.”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

“I don't know.”

“How much altogether?”

“A little over forty-seven thousand dollars.”

“Forty-seven thousand dollars,” he murmurs. “That's how much her twin sister's life was worth to her.”

“She received most of it in the eight months or so before Genevieve's death.”

Lorenzo looks back down at the papers.