For years I’d imagined that men who crossed me would eventually be led away in handcuffs.

I expected satisfaction.

What I felt instead was grief for the part of myself that had admired Walter’s methods.

I knew some reporters would ask why I hadn’t seen it.

The answer was that I’d seen the outcomes and liked them.

I had only refused to look closely at the methods.

My own counsel was negotiating the implications of the freight investigation.

Some of my old contracts were likely to end.