My jaw tightened.
The letter I had received earlier that morning suddenly seemed far more threatening than it had when I first read it.
Now I understood why he had been so confident.
He had evidence, and he wanted me to know it.
I examined the attachments again, looking for inconsistencies that might allow me to challenge their authenticity. Perhaps one of the recordings had been edited, or the documents contained errors that would make them unreliable.
But nothing immediately stood out.
The conversations were clear, and the written records supported what could be heard in them. I couldn't simply dismiss the evidence as a collection of unrelated files.
I stopped scrolling and stared at the screen.
My mind returned to the conversation I had just had with Victor. He had questioned ho
