But understanding a wound is not the same as agreeing to bleed for it, and Silvia had chosen to heal hers by helping a man drug me into ruin.

“Then we want different things,” I said.

“Because I don’t want the company either.

I want the truth, and I want the people who did this in front of a judge.

If your grandfather’s money was dirty, Silvia, then let’s find out — in the daylight, on the record, with lawyers and auditors, the way it’s actually done.

Not with a man crushing sedatives into my espresso.”