He picked up the envelope and a photo fell out: Baste, slim, with proud eyes, standing next to a group of workers, his arms raised in triumph.
She felt a lump in her throat.
“You fed people when they thought you were a monster,” a voice behind him muttered.
He turned and saw a woman in a simple black dress, her face partially hidden in shadow.
“I’m Ana, I manage a secret fund,” the woman said, sliding a briefcase across the table.
Financial documents found inside revealed how the criminal organization siphoned millions of dollars from secret game locations, while Baste’s secret accounts funneled the same amount into social projects.
Clara felt the weight of each sleepless night lift from her.
“Your father’s debt… was made up,” Ana confirmed, piercing him with her gaze.
“We’ve been waiting for someone who can see through skin,” he added, pointing to a synthetic suit displayed in a glass case.
