“Dumont’s mistress kept a second set of books,” Trevor said, the words tumbling out in a practiced rush. “Physical ledgers. Not digital. He hid them in a storage unit in Red Hook under his mother’s maiden name. I have the unit number, the key, and the access code. You get the ledgers, you get Dumont for fraud, money laundering, and obstruction. You get your win.”
Trevor turned.
For a long moment, Harvey didn’t move. Then, slowly, he shrugged off his jacket. He unbuttoned his cuffs. He put on the Zegna. suits trevor