There were also copies of wire transfers to accounts held by members of a political syndicate.

“This is it,” Liam said, looking over my shoulder. “This is the entire network.”

“It’s everything,” I said, closing the book. “Every bribe, every kickback, every laundered dollar.”

“We need to get this to Assistant U.S. Attorney Vance,” Liam said.

“No,” I said, standing up. “Not Vance. He has ties to Ethan’s circle. We go to the regional field office.”

“I’ll drive,” Liam said.

We walked back to the SUV, the wind picking up, blowing cold rain against our faces.

As we reached the highway, my phone rang in my pocket.

The screen showed an unknown number.

I pressed receiver and held it to my ear.

“Claire,” Ethan’s voice came through, cold and sharp as broken glass.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Where you can’t reach me, Ethan,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

“You’re making a mistake,” he said, his tone dropping to a low threat. “You think your brother can protect you?”

“I don’t need protection anymore,” I said. “I have the ledger.”