to review the file.”
He had forgotten because he assumed I only checked the income page.
I had checked everything.
His condo was not the asset he claimed. It carried a large mortgage, a nearly maxed-out home-equity line, and overdue association fees. The Mercedes his mother drove was financed in Ethan’s name. So was a personal loan he had called “business debt.”
I tapped the final page.
“Forty-seven thousand dollars.”
Denise looked away.
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“That’s temporary.”
“No. Temporary is one missed payment. This is a pattern.”
Then I
