James arrived first.
Fina had expected that. James always arrived first — it was his defining characteristic, that particular quality of already being present before anyone realised he was needed. He came through the library door at six forty-two, took one look at her face and closed the door quietly behind him.
"What happened?" he said.
She laid the three photographs on the table between them without a word.
He looked at them. All three. In order. His expression did something careful and controlled that told her this wasn't entirely new information to him.
"James," she said.
"I know about Mara," he said. "Ethan told me three years ago." He picked up the financial document photograph. "This is the audit. The one Richard has been trying to access for two years." He set it down. "I don
