He walked to the table and stood over the phone, looking down at the image.

He did not look surprised.

He simply stood there, his chest rising and falling slowly.

“Victor sent it to you,” Nathan said.

“He did,” I said.

“I wondered when he would dig that up,” Nathan said. He pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning his elbows on the table.

He rubbed his face with both hands, his skin looking grey in the fluorescent light.

“Is it genuine?” Evelyn asked.

“It is,” Nathan said.

“You falsified federal environmental records, Nathan?” Evelyn’s voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet room.

“I didn’t falsify them,” Nathan said, looking up. “Victor did. But I knew about it. And I signed the internal log that proved I knew.”

“Why?” I asked.

I wanted him to have a reason.

I wanted there to be some mistake, some leverage Victor had used that made it understandable.

“We were sixty million dollars in debt on that acquisition, Claire,” Nathan said, looking directly at me.

“Your money was tied up in it. My family’s savings were tied up in it.”