“He’s looking at twenty years in federal prison.”

“If a grand jury gets a look at those second ledgers, he’ll never be a free man again,” Michael said.

“And he knows that,” Richard said.

“He’s known it for months,” Michael said.

“He’s been hunting for leaks in his own network every week.”

Richard left the office and went back down the hall to his daughter’s room, walking quietly across the floor.

Emily was sitting up against two firm pillows, her dark hair pulled neatly back off her forehead.