And he had thrown all of it, and his own soul with it, into a scheme to shave a few months off a dying man’s life.

There was no victory to savor in his ruin.

There was only the grim spectacle of a person who had destroyed himself for nothing, and the quiet relief that he had been stopped before he could destroy anyone else.

Chapter 17 — Ten Minutes

“The State Attorney’s Financial Crimes Unit,” Arthur went on, still without raising his voice, “received the complete file at eight o’clock this morning.

It is already out of my hands.