The Ledger of Silence

“Redirected?”

“Into shell accounts under Elaine’s management. Adrian signed the authorizations.”
Elaine’s face went pale. “That’s absurd.”

I reached into my coat pocket and handed Victor a folder — thin, worn, but heavy with truth.

Inside were copies of transfers, signatures, and timestamps. Each document bore the same initials: A.H.

Adrian Holloway.

Victor’s jaw tightened. “You had access to these?”