Duplicate consulting invoices.

Wire transfers approved weeks after my father was already dead and could not possibly have authorized them.

A trail of payments leading, through three shell companies, directly into a holding entity owned by Wendy’s brother.

“How much?” Flynn asked, his eyes moving down the ledger lines with the speed of a man who reads numbers for a living.

“Eleven-point-eight million,” I said, “that I can document beyond any doubt.

There’s more I suspect.