"But that's not the most interesting part." Neville's fingers danced across his interface again, and new evidence materialized on the display.
Connections formed and lines stretched outward like a spider's web. Names appeared beside photographs—some familiar, some not. Financial transactions illuminated another set of pathways of corruption, hiding in plain sight while everyone focused on surface appearances.
"You see, Mr. Goelet didn't act alone. He had distribution lines. Sponsors. People who looked the other way in exchange for various favors."
MJ found his gaze drawn unwillingly to Director Cox, sitting rigid in his seat near the front of the assembly. The elderly man's face had gone gray, and his hands were gripping his chair arms with white-knuckled intensity.
MJ's mind raced, connecting the dots he never thought he would.
