There is a report that crosses my desk each quarter, from Arthur, on the criminal proceedings and the liquidations, and I read it the way you visit a grave — not out of appetite, but to remember, and to be sure it is really finished.

Flynn’s fall was total.

Faced with the forensic mountain Phoebe had built and his own recorded voice, he pleaded guilty to federal wire fraud and embezzlement, and a judge in Oregon sentenced him to six years.

To satisfy the restitution order, the court took his investment accounts, his cars, his shares — and when his lawyers tried to shield the shares under his employment agreement, it was Arthur, personally, who enforced the misconduct clause Flynn had written to punish other people.

Selina, spared prison by her cooperation, surrendered the downtown apartment and the leased car and moved back to her hometown in rural Indiana, where, I am told, she raises her son and keeps books for a small business and does her court-ordered service.