The snowstorm from the night before had eased into a light flurry, but the tension inside Claire’s house was far from dissipated. The files from David’s flash drive sat open on John’s laptop, their damning contents illuminating the extent of Robert Calloway’s reach. Every line, every transaction was another nail in the coffin of his empire.
Claire paced the room, her nerves frayed. “We have everything we need now, don’t we?” she asked, her voice tight with urgency. “This is enough to bring him down?”
John, seated at the table, nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the screen. “It’s more than enough. But we can’t rush this. If we don’t approach the authorities carefully, Robert’s lawyers will find a way to bury it.”
Margaret, sitting by the fire with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, sp
