Raymond tried to take the whole blame onto himself, tried to cast his son as an innocent following orders.

The money made a liar of him.

Christopher had been paid.

The paper never lies; it was, after all, my profession.

There was a strange, cold justice in that — that the very skill they had tried to weaponize against me, the auditor’s signature they needed to validate their fraud, was in the end the thing that convicted the man who had betrayed me.

They wanted my expertise to launder their crimes.