“This is the map that shows us where the money went.”

He snapped the brass latches of his briefcase shut against the edge of the table.

Nathaniel slid the heavy steel drawer of the filing cabinet closed and turned the brass key in the lock.

The cabinet held three years of Project Four sub-tier receipts, including the yellow carbon slips stamped with Arthur Vance’s company logo.

He checked the padlock twice before stepping back to his desk.

The oak door of the main office swung open without a knock.