MAYA
Lisa had been Marcus's right hand for twenty years. If she was involved, no one was safe.
I spent the morning digging. Public records, LinkedIn profiles, corporate filings. Lisa Tang's record looked pristine. Promoted from junior accountant to CFO in eight years. No scandals. No red flags. The kind of employee companies put in recruitment brochures.
But I'd learned not to trust perfect records.
I called a contact at First National Bank. Tommy owed me a favor from a story I'd buried about his messy divorce.
"I need financial records," I said.
"Lisa Tang, any unusual deposits in the last few years."
"Maya, that's illegal."
"So is trying to bribe a journalist to bury stories. Your ex-wife offered me ten grand to keep her affair out of the paper. Remember?"
He sighed. "Give me a
