I had spent twenty years learning to find the lie inside the ledger, and in the end the ledger was his, and I found the lie, and there was a justice in that so exact it hardly felt like coincidence.

The evidence was overwhelming.

That is the plain truth of it.

Between what I had documented in the suite and what the agents had taken from Julian’s office and our home, between the active investigation my photographs had slotted into like a missing key, there was simply no room for the story Julian’s expensive lawyers tried at first to tell.

The wall of offshore accounts he had hidden behind turned out to be exactly that — a wall, something that could be climbed with enough subpoenas and enough patience, and the government had both.