Fight them where they are weak, on paper, in the slow cold country of process, where a frightened accountant with the truth beats a confident liar with a fortune every single time.

Roman had spent his life being faster than the truth.

The truth does not need to be fast.

It only needs to arrive, in order, with its paperwork in hand.

It arrived at his rehearsal.

Chapter 12 — Ask What I Kept

Roman called me that morning, for the first time in two years.

No hello.