The Hidden Compartment
She put both hands flat on the table.
“In five years, did you ever ask what the money was for?”
I opened my mouth to say the thing I had said to Rachel, to my forensics team, to the Inspector General, to my own reflection at three in the morning for four hundred and twenty nights.
*They lied to me.*
“I’d like to give you a complete answer,” I said, “and I don’t have one today.”
Adeyemi nodded slowly, and I understood — and I think she meant me to understand — that it was the first thing I had said in that room that she believed.