Duplicate billing schemes.

Millions in wire transfers to three shell companies that traced, through their filings, directly back to Nico Rutherford — one of them charging the company double the market rate, another sharing a registered address with a boutique firm owned by Ingrid herself.

It was not sloppy, exactly.

It was the confident theft of people who had never imagined anyone would be permitted to look.

“That proves nothing,” Leopold boomed.

Finn startled at the volume of it, his small face crumpling.