“Congratulations,” he said. “You finally found the father.”

PART 3

My father seized the back of a chair. “What is this?”

“The investment meeting you requested,” I said. “Just not the one you expected.”

The screen behind me displayed transfers from Mercer Development into twelve shell corporations. Every payment was connected to an approval, a bank account, and its final recipient.

The color disappeared from Grant’s face. “This information was stolen.”