The city was unusually quiet for a Monday morning.
From the twenty-third floor of Margaret Ashford's office, Manhattan looked almost peaceful, but inside the conference room, peace was the last thing anyone felt.
The investigation board had changed again.
Gone were the scattered notes and hastily pinned photographs that had filled it weeks earlier.
In their place stood a carefully organized timeline.
Every financial transfer.
Every meeting.
Every witness.
Every known connection between Morrison Holdings, Halcyon Risk Consulting, and Blackwood & Vale had been mapped with painstaking precision.
Nathan Cross stood before it with a marker in one hand.
He wasn't looking for new evidence.
He was testing the evidence they already had.
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