He found the ghost contracts. He found the blood money. He built a comprehensive, undeniable dossier of their crimes.

And before he could blow the whistle, they silenced him. But he knew the kind of men they were. He knew that one day their greed would lead them to me.

At the top of the directory sat a single text file, dated two weeks before his death.

To my Claire. If you’re reading this, it means you married the enemy and you finally woke up. Harrison is a weapon; Patricia is the hand that wields him.

Don’t confuse their manners with morality. They killed me to keep their empire. Now take it apart — the right way. Give it to people who can’t be bought.

Truth deals in data. Make them answer for it.