The rest of the folder took two hours.
Raphael walked them through it page by page with the competence of someone who had spent six hours in a sub level and had organized everything he'd found before bringing it home.
Falsified meeting minutes. Altered correspondence. A record of payments....careful, indirect, routed through enough intermediaries to be deniable but present, absolutely present if you knew what you were looking at.
And at the back of the folder.
A single document.
One page.
Raphael put it on the table last.
Looked at Eve before she read it.
"This one is harder," he said.
She picked it up.
Read it.
Set it down.
The room was quiet.
"What is it," Damon said.
"A directive," Eve said. Her voice was even. She made it even. "Dated twenty years ago." She paused. "Signed by Malachai." Another pause. "Authorizing the removal of the Seraphim heir." She looked at the page. "Not Azrael. Not Lilith." She stopped. "Me. Specifically. Three months before I was born."
