The hesitation went first, replaced by a hard, narrowing focus as he turned page after page.
Rafael stepped forward and set the black binder on the desk beside him.
“There are full digital backups, Corbin,” he said.
“Outgoing transfers to a shell consulting firm registered in Oregon.
Strategy leaks sent to the executives at Cascadia Development before every major bidding cycle for the past year.
Server logs.
It’s all here.”
Corbin’s jaw tightened until the muscle stood out.
His fingers crushed the corner of the page.
“How long,” he said, and his voice had gone very calm, which was worse than shouting.
“Since before the two of you met,” Rafael said quietly.
“The gala wasn’t where she found you.
It was where she was sent.”
Marguerite drew a breath.