He entrusted the truth not to any living person, who could be worked on, but to the one witness in the world that cannot be corrupted, cannot be frightened, and cannot be made, by any pressure however great, to remember it differently than it happened.

He was right to.

The living, one by one, might have failed him.

The paper did not.

Chapter 9 — The Restricted Account

By Thursday, Yvonne had found something stranger still, buried in the legacy banking records.

Eighteen months earlier, a sum of two point four million dollars had been wired into a restricted trust account bearing Astrid’s name as the primary holder.

“At first glance,” Yvonne said, spreading out the statements, “it looks like Astrid was quietly siphoning millions out of the foundation for herself.” But as she dug into the original setup files, she found the account had not been created eighteen months ago at all.