What none of them had ever anticipated was that Chester Preston would quietly document everything. As though fate itself had drawn the thread taut, the materials first fell into Wayne Yorke's hands before finding their way to Ambrose. From there, pulling the thread had been straightforward, each knot unraveling into the next until the full picture emerged with damning clarity.
The sheer gravity of what he now held only hardened Ambrose's resolve. Every name inked into that ledger, every transaction coded into the project codex, every secret shielded behind the cipher key would see daylight. He would drag the rot into the open and ensure that every person who had profited from this cesspool received the reckoning they had earned. There would be no quiet settlements and no face-saving compr
