One hundred and sixty miles away from the Goya, Gabrielle Ashe was staring at Senator Sextons computer screen in mute astonishment. Her suspicions had been right.
But she had never imagined how right.
She was looking at digital scans of dozens of bank checks written to Sexton from private space companies and deposited in numbered accounts in the Cayman Islands. The smallest check Gabrielle saw was for fifteen thousand dollars. Several were upward of half a million dollars.
Small potatoes, Sexton had told her. All the donations are under the two‑thousand‑dollar cap.
Obviously Sexton had been lying all along. Gabrielle was looking at illegal campaign financing on an enormous scale. The pangs of betrayal and disillusionment settled hard now in her heart. He lied.
She felt stupid. She felt dirty. But most of all she felt mad.
Gabrielle sat alone in the darkness, realizing she had no idea what to do next.