Matteo read it once.

Then again.

“Leave these.”

Arthur nodded.

“And send me the originals through counsel.”

“Yes.”

The accountant began gathering his empty briefcase.

At the door, he stopped.

“Mr. Falcone?”

Matteo did not look up.

“She asked the same question six times.”

“What question?”

Arthur glanced toward the papers.

“Where the money had actually gone.”