Victor had been altering inventory invoices, inventing drug shipments that never existed, and routing the payments to shell companies, for years.

The warehouse’s own facility manager had been in on it, and had engineered Marcus’s firing to protect his cut.

The man I had testified against, the man I had called a bitter liar and helped destroy, had been right the entire time, and had paid for being right with his career, and had come anyway when my life depended on it.

Victor’s trial lasted nineteen days.