“It was me,” Marshall said.
His voice was quiet, but in a room that careful, it carried to every corner. He stood slowly, buttoning his jacket with hands that weren’t quite steady, and looked at Dave directly, the way he hadn’t quite managed to look at anyone in this story until very recently.
“Two years ago,” Marshall said, “after the divorce, I needed work. Real work, the kind that didn’t involve anyone trusting me with anything important, because by then nobody did. A contact from years ago put me in touch with Caldwell. They needed someone who understood old family holdings, old paperwork, the kind of history nobody else wanted to read through. I was good at that. I’d spent my whole life reading old documents, looking for advantages.” He paused. “I was part of the due diligence team.
