“This is the missing link,” she said, looking up at me. “We had the shell companies, but we couldn’t tie them to the main accounts.”

“Ethan Vance ran everything through these specific routing numbers,” I said.

“This will hold up in court,” she said. “We can freeze the assets by morning.”

“What about my brother’s license?” I asked.

“If this ledger proves the hospital board members were bribed to revoke Dr. Vance’s license, we will present it to the state board immediately,” she said.

Liam sat beside me, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

“Thank you, Agent Harris,” he said.

“Go home, Dr. Vance,” she said. “We have what we need. We’ll have marshals stationed outside your apartment.”

We left the federal building as the streetlamps were turning on.

The city was wrapped in a cold, wet fog.

For the first time in years, the weight on my chest felt slightly lighter.

The next morning, the news broke.

I sat in Liam’s kitchen, watching the small television on the counter.

The news anchor stood in front of the Apex Development headquarters.