Let me tell you about the thing I found on the USB drive.
It took me four hours to get through the full contents — four hours, a fresh pot of coffee, two pages of notes, and the quiet of my mother's apartment at midnight with her asleep down the hall and the harbour doing its dark-and-silver thing outside the window. Simone Achike was thorough in the way of someone who had been afraid for eight months that they were going to be the only person who ever knew what they knew, so they had documented everything twice and cross-referenced it in three separate indexes.
I am not exaggerating about the indexes.
I respected them deeply.
The financial records were dense and I went through them in the order Simone had organised them, building the structure as I went: the wire transfers from Iron C
