Marcus had not stopped working the case simply because the truth had gone public.
If anything the leak troubled him more than the original fraud, because unlike a fifteen-year-old crime he had chased for a decade and a half, this one was happening in real time and he still could not see its shape.
He sat in his office on a Saturday with the precinct quiet around him and a legal pad in front of him covered in a timeline he had been rebuilding for two days.
Every message Maya had described. Every message he himself had received. Cross-referenced against the leak, against the boardroom, against every point where somebody had demonstrated knowledge no outsider should have possessed.
Laid out cleanly, it told a story he did not like at all.
Whoever this was had known Maya was operating ins
