The Account Under the Bed
“I know about the box under the bed,” I said.
He went absolutely still.
The ice in his glass clinked against the crystal because his hand had begun to shake.
“I know about the companies that only exist on paper,” I went on, keeping my voice low and level, the way you speak to someone standing too close to an edge.
“I know about the manifests you’ve been signing at the terminal.
And I know that Julian set it up so that your name is on everything and his name is on nothing, so that if this ever came apart, you would be the one who went to prison and he would walk away calling himself a consultant who got misled.”
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