Nolan looked at it. His face gave nothing away. This, I was beginning to understand, was the difference between Sebastian and his father — Sebastian’s control was the discipline of a man choosing stillness. Nolan’s was the habit of a man who had never seen the point of letting anyone know what he was thinking.
“This is Julian Reyes’s work,” Nolan said.
“Yes,” Sebastian said. “Along with a source he planted inside our legal team, documents he obtained illegally, and a coordinated campaign he has been running against this family for two years.” A pause. “All of which we can prove.”
Nolan’s eyes moved — just slightly, just briefly — to the USB drive I had taken from my jacket pocket and placed on the desk beside Sebastian’s phone.
I watched him recognize it.
It was subtle. A man less pra
