Right now.”
Chapter 10 — The Mole and the Frame
The next morning I brought in forensic IT auditors, and by noon they had a name: Cassius Salinas, our senior marketing director — recruited two years earlier by Marshall.
He had been sabotaging our bids and feeding our secrets straight to Draper.
Cornered in my office with the offshore statements and his own phone records in front of him, Cassius broke and confessed on tape.
But before he could sign a formal statement for the police, federal agents arrested my brother.
They said they’d found twenty-five million dollars in cash in the bed of Lionel’s truck, along with a signed contract tying him to a fraudulent municipal bid.
Twenty-five million — the exact figure Draper had once dangled in front of Nadia.
Minutes after the news broke, my phone rang from a blocked number, and I heard Damien Draper’s smooth, unhurried voice for the first time.
“Resign as CEO and walk away from the Rollins board,” he said, “or your brother spends the next twenty years in federal prison.” He hung up.