“Not according to the life insurance company that paid out after Alonzo’s death.”
Lori flipped through the papers until she found the forms regarding the payout.
“That’s a big payout.”
“I cashed the check and then promptly gave the money to a multitude of drug prevention programs. If you look at the fine print in the policy, if my hand was in any way responsible for the death of my spouse, including removing him from life support without a court order, the policy was voided.”
“Only you cashed the check.”
“You see my problem.”
Lori pulled out a legal pad and scribbled a note to herself. “Insurance fraud is a bigger deal than holding up a liquor store and shooting the clerk these days. Big companies are making examples out of anyone caught. We’re going to have to proceed with caution.”
Gabi hated the fear in her gut. “Had I known about the clause I would never have cashed the check.”
“Do you have the money to pay it back?”
Gabi removed the check Hunter had given her the night before and handed it to Lori.
The attorney laughed. “That’s a lot of zeros.”
“I think Hunter is good for them.”
Lori paper clipped the check to the file and closed it.
“There’s a couple other things I’m dealing with that you might need to know about.”
Lori held out her hand. “Another file?”
Gabi shook her head as she leaned over the desk and flipped the pad around. She wrote down the two bank names and account numbers in question. “The first is a bank in Colombia. The second in Italy. Both have my name on them. Well, Gabriella Picano.” Gabi went on to explain the details she could provide. Limited that they were.
“You have no idea who dipped into them?”
“No. The one in Italy had money going in, barely anything coming out. The Colombian one had a steady stream coming and going.”
“Laundering.”
“Probably. When I found out about them, I changed the access numbers and they’ve been silent ever sense.”
Lori cringed. “Do I even want to know how much is in these accounts?”
“A lot more than that personal check.”
“This complicates everything. If the insurance company finds out about the foreign money—”
“It’s not mine.”
“They don’t know that.” Lori turned to the computer on her desk and started typing. “This is going to take some time.”
Gabi thought presenting this information was the right direction and would leave her with a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day. She was wrong. “I can’t go to jail.”
“I don’t think it will come to that.”
There was safety in that. “We have to be as quiet as possible about this while we fix it.”
Lori was writing a note again. “That I can’t promise. When was the last time someone as high profile as you are was accused of fraud and it didn’t make the evening news?”
“I’m not high profile.”
Lori burst out laughing. “You’re married to one of the richest and most influential men in the world. You’re so high profile half the people out there will want to see you in jail out of jealousy, the other will assume you’re guilty and hiding other crimes that will land you in prison eventually.” Lori took her attention back to the computer and clicked a few buttons. The printer behind her desk sprang to life. “This would have been easier to fight if you weren’t married to Blackwell. A widowed socialite done wrong by her dead husband is a lot more sympathetic than the wife of a billionaire.”
Gabi went cold. “Do you think Hunter knew that?”
Lori raised a brow. “Did he know about the insurance policy . . . the accounts?”
Gabi didn’t answer and Lori shook her head. “Hunter didn’t get where he is by stupid luck.”
Even if he had known . . . things had changed.
Hadn’t they?
“He’s not as selfish as it seems.”
Lori scoffed.
“No, really,” Gabi defended him. “He’s with his lawyers right now working on the immediate removal of Hayden from his mother’s custody.”
“Taking a child from his mother. Sounds noble.” The sarcasm was rich on Lori’s tongue.
“The woman is crazy.”
Lori tilted her head and stared. “Let me paint this picture a little more clearly. Blackwell wanted a wife to demonstrate to the court what a stable married man he was . . . and he’s working hard to find fault with the child’s mother to gain full custody.”
“She wants money. She doesn’t care about the baby.”
“Is that what she told you . . . or him?”
Gabi opened her mouth. Closed it. Then muttered, “I trust him.”
Lori pointed directly at her. “That’s your first mistake.”