CHAPTER 25
THE HOURS BETWEEN
ALEXANDER
The numbers blurred before my eyes. I had been staring at them for hours. Ledgers, spreadsheets, transaction records stretching back a few months.
Something is wrong.
The columns refused to balance and certain transfers seemed to vanish into accounts I didn't recognize.
My secretary had flagged them three days ago. Small discrepancies at first. A payment here, a missing decimal there, nothing that would raise alarms on its own. But together, they painted a picture I didn't want to see.
Someone had been moving money carefully and quietly for months.
I rubbed my eyes, reached for the coffee that had gone cold hours ago, and tried to focus. The study was dark except for the lamp on my desk, the rest of the house silent around me.
My phone bu
