A strange calm settled over me.
Men like Samuel survived because everyone around them reacted to their madness.
Rosie did not react.
She observed.
She planned.
She hid keys inside broken promises.
I looked at Graham.
“You’ve been taking payments from Richard for seventeen years.”
He smirked.
“Among others.”
“Then you know where his money is.”
“What?”
“Rosie found the accounts.”
His expression flickered.
“She copied everything,” I continued. “Payments to you. Offshore transfers. Property deeds.”
Samuel looked at him.
Graham’s grip tightened.
“You’re lying.”
“Am I? Why do you think she married a forensic accountant?”
Ben understood immediately.
He lifted his chin.
“The files automatically transferred to federal investigators this morning.”
