I knew my husband was cheating on me, and I met his mistress. Instead of getting angry, I did this…

I contacted a federal financial crimes investigator—Helene Moyá, whom I had worked with on a compliance matter three years ago. She was discreet and would understand immediately what she was looking at. From an encrypted channel, I sent her the Harmon and Cyprus entities, the recording from Yvonne’s meeting, and Darnell’s report. I waited.

Moyá came back to me in a week. She didn’t say much—federal investigators rarely do, in early stages—but what she said was enough. They had a file. The Cyprus entity had pinged a watchlist but hadn’t risen to the level of active investigation, until now. “Don’t move,” she said. “Don’t tip him. We need sixty days.” I had been doing this for so many. What was sixty more?