They were the survivors of a cover-up, and they had spent twenty-three years perfecting the art of making everyone around them look the other way — including, I saw now, me.

“But it didn’t stay in the past,” Porter went on, coughing.

“I found the current books.

Falsified contracts, shell companies, millions bled out.

Dax’s name is on every fraudulent transfer.

I told him I was going to the authorities.

Two days later I found my brakes had been tampered with.

I fixed them.