I walked up to the edge of the desk.

My hands were perfectly steady.

I pulled the thick paper envelope out of my coat pocket.

“What will you find in the restricted files?” I asked.

“The whole story of why your grandmother fought so hard,” Arthur said.

“And proof that Gregory isn’t going to walk away quietly when he finds out we’re moving against him.”

“I know,” I said.

I handed the envelope of cash across the cluttered wooden desk.