"You went public," I say, the realization washing over me. “Like… really public.”
"I delivered copy-pasted dossiers directly to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Internal Revenue Service, the Canadian Mounted Police, and the front desk of the New York Times," Locke says with a dark, lethal satisfaction. "I laid out a complete, forensic blueprint detailing every single crime Julian had ever committed, along with every financial institution and corporate entity that had aided and abetted him."
"Including your father's company," I say.
"Including my father's company," Locke echoes without a single flicker of regret. "My father called me thirty minutes after the news broke in the press. He was screaming, telling me I was destroying decades of vital corporate relationships, destroying
