It does nothing to the guilty except warn them.

The people I had watched destroyed most thoroughly over my career were never the ones who got screamed at.

They were the ones whose own signatures, their own emails, their own quiet transfers, were laid side by side on a table until the pattern was undeniable to anyone with eyes.

A scream can be dismissed as bitterness.

A spreadsheet cannot.

So when Damon called to rage at me, and sent his mother to guilt me, and told anyone who would listen that his jealous, ruthless wife had ruined a good man, I said almost nothing back.