Voss stood slowly.
“I need every mention of Blackroom.”
“You have the files.”
“No,” she said. “I need you to tell me where to look.”
For the next hour, we rebuilt a map from memory.
Company names. Account fragments. Dates hidden in invoice numbers. Grant had believed money was private if it was buried beneath enough paper. But money always talks. You just have to understand its accent.
As I spoke, Voss filled page after page.
Dr. Reed stayed near the window, quiet but listening. At some point, a nurse came in and left without interrupting.
When I finished, Voss closed her notebook.
“Clara,” she said carefully, “this may be bigger than domestic abuse and financial crimes.”
“I know.”
“No,” she said. “I mean bigger than Grant.”
I looked at her.
She lowered her voice.
“Blackroom has appeared in two sealed investigations. Human trafficking, coercion, political bribery. We never had enough to connect the money.”
