a grocer.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Your family has wasted land worth hundreds of millions.”
“There it is.”
“What?”
“The part where you explain why greed is actually vision.”
Samuel stepped onto the porch.
Vance ignored him.
“Where is Rachel?”
“Safe.”
“I need her signature.”
“She won’t give it.”
“Everybody gives something eventually.”
Melissa appeared in the doorway.
Vance’s composure cracked.
Only for one second.
But we all saw it.
“Melissa.”
She smiled.
“You look disappointed.”
“You should be d/e/@/d.”
“So should half my family, apparently.”
Even Samuel laughed at that.
Melissa lifted her phone.
“Everything you say is being recorded.”
Vance looked around.
“You think recording me matters?”
“No.”
She said, “But your accountant does.”
His face changed.
“Which accountant?”
“Gordon Pike.”
Silence.
Melissa continued.
“He accepted immunity at 4:12 this morning.”
Vance’s jaw tightened.
“He turned over the offshore ledgers.”
Samuel stared at her.
“You didn’t
