“Contracts can be voided when there is evidence of collusion,” Daniel said.

The words hung in the quiet air.

A distant cart rattled down another corridor, its wheels squeaking on the linoleum.

“What are you talking about?” Mark asked, his voice dropping.

“The subcontractor for the steel fabrication,” Daniel said. “Apex Ironworks.”

“They had the lowest estimate,” Mark said.

“They had the lowest initial estimate,” Daniel corrected.

He unrolled a sheet of paper from his leather bag.

“But three weeks after the contract was signed, you approved a change order.”

“That is standard,” Mark said. “Unforeseen site conditions.”

“There were no unforeseen conditions,” Daniel said. “The soil reports were clear.”

Daniel pointed to a line on the paper.

“You authorized an extra three hundred and fifty thousand dollars for foundation reinforcement.”

“Apex Ironworks is owned by a holding company,” Daniel continued.

“And that holding company is registered to your brother-in-law’s home address in Newton.”

Mark’s face went completely pale.

The arrogant smirk he had worn just moments ago vanished.

He looked at the paper, then at Daniel’s face.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mark muttered.