He made himself read every page, the way he had made himself read Lianna’s whole employment file, because he had come to understand that his family’s real skill had never been construction.

It had been the art of not looking — of building a fortune on job sites and then arranging never to see what happened on them, of delegating the seeing to men like Marshall Crane whose entire function was to look at the ugliness so the family never had to.

Corbin had inherited that arrangement without ever examining it.

Now he was dismantling it, one unsealed file at a time, and he found that the more he saw, the less he could imagine ever going back to not seeing.

Chapter 15 — The Original Report