“Who?”
“We are not ready to say.”
I gave a short, humorless laugh. “You called me after federal court to tell me there is a larger conspiracy targeting me, but you are not ready to say who is behind it?”
“I called because of what we found at Northern Lake Capital.”
My screen woke.
Aegis security dashboards glowed blue and white.
“What did you find?”
“An encrypted external drive in Jamal’s desk.”
“And?”
“The drive contained forged financial templates, client skim ledgers, shell company records, and a folder labeled Vale.”
My fingers paused over the keyboard.
“Send it to my attorney.”
“We will. But there is something you need to know now.”
I hated the way he said it.
Quiet.
Careful.
Like a doctor before bad news.
“What?”
“The Vale folder did not start six months ago.”
My office seemed to tilt.
“How far back?”
“At least seven years.”
