Tony, who always smelled the angle, decided to cut his losses. He’d accept the pay, hand David a tidy report that would satisfy an enraged heir, and keep his own margin. He called David, feigning success.
“Boss,” Tony said, easing his voice into a salesman's rhythm. “We’ve done a thorough sweep. We found a lot of noise, but nothing concrete. Looks like you’ve got a smart opponent — someone cleaning up after the mess. We think your brother’s been moving funds around like any owner would — but nothing illegal we can nail on him. He’s been very careful.”
David’s knuckles whitened around his phone. “So… nothing?” His voice cracked with frustration and anger. “You want me to believe he’s innocent?”
Tony tried soothing him. “No, boss. He’s suspect. He’s power-messing, but there’s no smoking g
