We arrived at our temporary office space in Boston’s Seaport District at nine in the evening.

The office smelled of industrial carpet cleaner and new paint.

Two junior lawyers were already there, surrounded by cardboard boxes of files.

“Show me the financial transactions between King Enterprises and Blue Harbor,” I told them.

We ordered black coffee from the diner down the street and began to dig.

By midnight, the tables were covered in spreadsheets and printed bank ledgers.

Clara found the connection first.

She pointed to a line item on a spreadsheet from three years ago.

“Look at this development grant Elias approved for the turbine research,” she said. “Four million dollars went to an independent testing lab in Munich.”

“We never used a lab in Munich,” I said, leaning over her shoulder. “My father did all his testing in Maine.”

“The Munich lab doesn’t exist,” Clara said. “The bank routing number matches the Cayman account for Blue Harbor.”

Daniel had been siphoning King Enterprises’ research and development funds into his own shell company.

He had used Elias’s signature to do it.