Martin Vale had been the man who posted Grant’s bail.
He had also been named in my files.
“He knew things,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Grant killed him?”
“Grant was photographed entering his hotel at midnight and leaving after six. Vale died sometime around four.”
“Then someone else did.”
Voss did not disagree.
My body went cold despite the blanket.
Grant had always seemed like the center of the violence. The author of it. The owner.
But maybe he had only been a son raised in the family business.
“What did Vale know?” Voss asked.
“About the foundation. Payments. Properties. The offshore accounts.” I hesitated. “And something called Blackroom.”
Voss went still.
“You didn’t mention that before.”
“I didn’t know what it was. I saw the name in transaction memos. Grant deleted them badly.”
“What kind of transactions?”
“Large. Repeated. Routed through consulting companies.”
“How large?”
“Eight figures over six years.”
