It had been the instrument. And Silvia’s federal audit, whatever her intentions, was about to detonate on a company that several different people were quietly looting from several different directions at once.

Chapter 14 — The Forensic Accountant

So I did what my grandfather taught me, the one clean thing in all his dirty lessons: I hired the best forensic accountant in the city and I told her to find the money.

Her name was Corinne, and she had spent twenty years tracing exactly this kind of thing.

I gave her everything — the ledger, my access to Whitby Capital’s books, the toxicology timeline — and I asked her a single question: who has been moving money out of this company during the six months I was too drugged to notice?

She took three weeks.