“Explain,” I said.

Renata drew a breath.

“Your father, and Aldous, and a man named Cyrus Blackwood founded a technology company together in the nineties.

They were close, once, the three of them.

Then Cyrus began moving money that wasn’t clean — imports, shell companies, the whole architecture of it.

Your father found out.

He meant to expose him.”

“And Blackwood killed him.”