I set my phone on the polished wood and pressed play.

Neither of them spoke while the video ran.

Daniel leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the screen, his mouth slightly open.

“That is the original ledger,” Daniel said, his voice quiet. “The one we couldn’t find in the digital backups.”

“She took it before the executors could inventory the room,” Rachel said.

She took off her reading glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“This is the missing link, Claire,” Rachel said. “It proves intent and physical theft.”

“What does this do to Graham’s defense?” I asked.

“It destroys it,” Rachel said simply.

Over the next three weeks, the pressure on Graham’s firm grew too heavy to bear.

The forensic audit Daniel had compiled was delivered to the federal prosecutors, alongside the video of Margaret.

The first crack in their alliance came when Vance Harrison publicly withdrew his capital from the downtown high-rise project.

I watched the news segment in Rachel’s office.

Vance stood behind a podium, his face red, his expensive tie whipping in the wind.