"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE," Grayson said quietly.
"I triple-checked. The signatures are legitimate. Verified against our security database." Lucson's expression was grim. "Gray, the person who approved all three hires, who vouched for their backgrounds, who gave them access to this estate—"
"Was me."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
"Before the memory loss," Lucson clarified. "Eight months ago, you personally approved these hires. Signed off on their backgrounds. Gave them clearance."
Grayson stared at the signatures—his handwriting, his authorization codes, his approval—and tried to reconcile them with the fact that all three had fled when the investigation started.
"I was compromised," he said finally. "Eight months ago, something happened that made me approve informants for my own estate."
"Or you knew they were informants and approved them anyway."
