Five-star dinners whose dates lined up exactly with Ainsworth family birthdays.

Vehicle GPS logs showing routine trips to spas and malls and his mother’s house on company time.

The ownership structure of Greywater Distributing, with his cousin Broderick named as front, and the millions in sweetheart discounts that had drained out through it.

And, last, the security record of his attempt to alter the reports the night before, his own login stamped on every keystroke.

There is a particular quality to watching a life come apart in a monotone.

The compliance officer did not raise his voice once.