He looked haggard, stripped of the arrogance that had once drawn me in, and he slid a second encrypted drive across the table.
“Draper came to me over a year ago,” he said quietly.
“He wanted your stock holdings.
I refused, until he used Nadia to trap me.
Once I was in, I couldn’t find a way out that didn’t end with me in prison.”
“That doesn’t make you a victim, Marshall.”
“I know it doesn’t.” He stared at his hands.
“Just look at the files.
Randall has been tracking this family’s every move for decades.”
The drive held a recording of Draper ordering his people to plant the cash in Lionel’s truck.