Three months after Viktor Kovalenko's arrest, life had settled into a rhythm that felt almost suspiciously normal. The Prescott Group stock had not only recovered but reached all-time highs as investors flocked to a company that had survived what the financial press was calling "the corporate thriller of the century." Board meetings had returned to their usual tedium of quarterly projections and market analysis. The media circus had moved on to fresher scandals.
But I knew better than to trust the calm.
"The Treasury Department wants another debriefing," Sterling announced, walking into our penthouse study where I was reviewing security reports while Eddie napped in his nearby playpen. "Third one this month."
"What aspect this time?" I asked, not looking up from the document detailing P
