“Let them sniff,” I said.

“The truth is going to come out anyway.”

Nathan’s phone buzzed again on the table.

This time, it was a text message.

He looked down at it, then turned the screen toward me.

It was from an unknown number, but the prefix was from the local federal court district.

*The filing is active,* the message read.

“It’s done,” Nathan said.

“The indictment is public.”

Evelyn dropped her phone onto the table.

“God help us,” she muttered.

She walked to the window, her hands pressed against her temples.

“The board is going to fire me by five o’clock,” she said.

“You did your job, Evelyn,” I said.

“You tried to protect a thief because he had the title of founder.”

“He ruined this company,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.

“We had four hundred employees in Seattle alone.”

“They will find other jobs,” Nathan said.

“But Victor won’t find another life.”

He stood up and straightened his tie.

For the first time in three years, he looked like the man I had met in college.