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It had never been entirely clear who had informed on Kate’s father to the FBI. With his own admission of guilt, his voice caught on tape, it never really seemed to matter. He pled guilty; he testified against his friend; he went to jail. The FBI had never divulged the informant’s identity—even during the trial.

The transcripts were all a matter of public record. Kate had never been to the courthouse or read over the records. She had never wanted to see him like that. But now she did. It was just a matter of finessing them from the judge’s clerk, being a little circumspect to everyone about why she wanted them.

A few days later, the message was left on her cell phone. From Alice, Mel Kipstein’s secretary. “Mr. Kipstein asked me to call, Kate. What you’re looking for is in.”

Kate went up to the lawyer’s office, in a tall glass building on Thirty-fifth and Park. His secretary took her into a large room where several heavy black folders sat on the sleek rosewood conference table.

“Make yourself at home, Kate,” Alice told her. “There’s some water. If you need anything else, just call. Mr. Kipstein’s in conference. Hopefully, he’ll be in soon.”

She closed the door.

Kate sank into a leather chair, pulling over the first bound volume. It was full of legal documents filed with the court: depositions, evidence forms, witness agreements. Kate didn’t even know what she was looking for. Suddenly this idea seemed a little foolish and overwhelming. She was just praying that something was here.

She started with the opening statements. It was disturbing to see the evidence mounted against her father, to read about him as a co-conspirator and a felon. Admitting guilt, confessing his crimes, turning on his friend.

She moved ahead to the section in Folder Three where he took the stand. The prosecutor told the court how he had openly conspired to break the law. How he had taken kickbacks, payoffs. How he had passed them on to his friend Harold Kornreich. How all along he had known whom he was dealing with. On cross-examination the defense counsel tried his best to discredit him.

LAWYER: You’ve pretty much lied to everyone about your involvement. Haven’t you, Mr. Raab?

RAAB: Yes.

LAWYER: You lied to the FBI when you were arrested. You lied to the Justice Department. You lied to your employees. You even lied to your own wife and children, isn’t that right, Mr. Raab?

RAAB: Yes.

LAWYER: Speak up.

RAAB: Yes.

Kate’s chest tightened. This whole charade … He’s lying to us even now!

It hurt to read it. To see him pretending to be repentant at the same time he was betraying his friend. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Kate leafed through the pages, reading over his testimony. She didn’t even know what the hell she was looking for.

Then something caught her eye.

One of the government’s follow-up witnesses. His name was withheld but both attorneys called him by a pseudonym: Smith. He said he worked for Beecham Trading. Beecham was the name of the street they used to live on.

That was her father’s firm.

Kate’s pulse started to quicken as she leaned over the black-bound folder with heightened interest. Next to speak was Nardozzi, the government prosecutor.

NARDOZZI: What was your job at Beecham, Mr. Smith?

WITNESS: I handled the daily accounting. Cash disbursements, the resolution of trades.

Kate’s eyes widened. Oh, my God.

She realized who it was!

NARDOZZI: In the course of your job, did you handle payments from Paz Enterprises?

WITNESS: Yes I did, Mr. Nardozzi. They were one of our largest customers.

NARDOZZI: What about receipts from Argot Manufacturing?

WITNESS: [Nods] Yes, again, sir. Payments, too.

NARDOZZI: And at any time did you happen to grow suspicious of those receipts from Argot?

WITNESS: Yes I did, sir. Argot was a manufacturing company. Paz transshipped their product to them directly, so there was a lot of back-and-forth. I spoke to Mr. Raab about it at length. Several times. The invoices … they just didn’t seem kosher.

NARDOZZI: By not kosher, you mean they were well beyond the normal commission rate.

WITNESS: [Softly] Yes, Mr. Nardozzi. That—and that they were all for ordinary items, that were shipped offshore.

NARDOZZI: Offshore?

WITNESS: The Caymans, Trinidad, Mexico. But I knew they weren’t ending up there. I spoke with Ben about it. Several times over the years. He kept putting me off by saying that this was just an unusual account that billed in their own way. But I knew where they were going. I knew the people we were dealing with and the kind of money that was coming in. I may be an accountant, Mr. Nardozzi [laugh], but I’m not a fool.

NARDOZZI: So what did you do, Mr. Smith, about the questions you had? After you say you spoke with your boss several times and he kept putting you off?

Kate read the response. She pulled back from the transcript. A chill ran down her spine.

WITNESS: [Long pause] I contacted the FBI.