Whatever my mother and brother said after this, whatever version they tried to spin in the months to come, there were now a dozen people in this family who had stood in this room and watched the truth surface with their own eyes.

The story was out of their hands.

That was all I had come to make sure of.

Chapter 12 — The Recording

I didn’t let him get there.

I turned up my phone and pressed play, and the room’s own quiet made it loud.

You’re sure the money’s coming. Fairbank’s recorded voice, tight and anxious. She’ll sign whatever you put in front of her.

She always pays. Brady’s, easy and certain.