Paige's POV
The recovered documents had taken over the clubhouse.
They covered the long table in the main room, and Ethan had spent most of the morning sorting them into piles while Derek sat nearby with his shoulder still bandaged.
Jace stood at the end of the table, studying the pages without saying much.
I had seen him tired before. I had seen him angry. I had seen him covered in blood after a fight. But this was different.
He looked like a man trying to understand a puzzle that had been sitting in front of us for months without us realizing how large it was.
“What have you found?” I asked and Ethan looked up.
“A lot.” Ethan said.
“That sounds promising.” I said.
“It’s also complicated.” He said as Jace glanced at him.
“Start with the money.” Jace said and Ethan nodded.
“The
