“Not enough, that’s for sure.”
Adam set the gym bag down on his desk and sat.“Still nothing?”
“No.”
Adam was silent for a moment. He took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
“Sorry, man. We did a full due diligence search and looked under every rock. We couldn’t manage to find a goddamned thing.”
“OK.” Adam’s hand curled into a fist.“What now?”
“We go to the next step and file an affidavit with the court. Then, they’ll allow you to serve the summons and complaint by publication in theNevada Legal News.”
“That’s good. Do that, and let’s finish this thing.”
“Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. This needs to be published in theLegal Newsat least weekly.”
“Weekly? For how long?”
“For four weeks, and—”
“Let’s do it, then,” Adam interrupted.
“OK.” Ian paused for a beat.“After that, she has twenty days to file a response.”
Adam pondered for a moment.“And if she doesn’t?”
“Then the court will consider the divorce uncontested.”
Adam’s shoulders dropped with relief.“Sounds good. Let’s get the ball rolling.”
“All right, then. I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, man.” Adam wished like hell he’d done this years ago.
“No problem.”
Ian went quiet for a moment.
When Ian shut up, there was usually more. Adam frowned.“What else?”
“There isn’t a chance she will respond and fight this…is there?”
“Why would there be?”
“The due diligence turned up a certain previously unknown Swiss bank account.”
Oh.
“I didn’t think you were that good.”
Ian laughed.“Come on, man, I’m the best. You should know that by now.”
Soon after she left, Ingrid began withdrawing money from that joint account. She’d stayed away and caused no problems, so Adam continued replenishing the funds every quarter, figuring she needed the money to live until she could gain skills to support herself. She’d never gained the skills, it seemed.
“How did this unofficial rehabilitative spousal support turn permanent?” Ian asked.
“That’s a good question.”