And now I had a fresh medical report from County General detailing a displaced compound fracture of the right ulna and radius, caused by “blunt-force trauma consistent with a heavy fall or push.”

I sorted everything into three encrypted packages.

The first went to the Securities and Exchange Commission and the federal prosecutor’s office. The second went to the managing partners of his firm, laying out exactly how he’d been embezzling client funds to cover his gambling debts.

The third was a blind copy to every guest attending the party that night — including his deeply conservative, high-society parents.

I didn’t send them myself, in a rage, that afternoon. I set them on a delivery timer on the server, scheduled to release at 8:30 that evening — right in the middle of the main course — so that the truth would arrive on its own, from the authorities and the documents, while I simply sat at the table.

Then I went to get dressed.