The call came two days later, just past sunset, and Wren watched Cruz's face carefully as he answered, gauging from his expression alone whether the news would be good or catastrophic before he'd said a single word aloud.
"Desmond," Cruz said, putting the call on speaker so Wren could hear directly. "Tell us."
"He's genuine," Desmond said, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and barely contained urgency. "Cornelius Marsh, the ledger, all of it. We spent six hours with him today, and Webb's already coordinating with federal prosecutors about next steps. Wren, Cruz — this is bigger than anything we've uncovered so far. Considerably bigger."
"How much bigger," Wren asked, dread and cautious hope tangling together.
"The ledger documents transactions going back fifty-three years," De
