Roman
Carter had the financial records spread across my desk by the time Vivienne and I returned to Steele Tower, and the tension in his expression told me before he even spoke that whatever he had found went far beyond a single act of corporate betrayal.
"Victor's been moving money through three different shell companies for the past eighteen months," Carter said, sliding a folder toward me, "and every single one of them traces back to a holding account connected to Margaret Ashworth."
Vivienne leaned over the desk beside me, her eyes scanning the documents with the same sharp focus she had shown in the sunroom only hours earlier, and I found myself watching her more than the papers themselves, still adjusting to the version of her who read financial statements with the same ease most
