All Chapters of IF YOU LOVE ME, DIE FOR ME: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: Roisin CallahanHis name was Paul Egan, and he had managed the compliance division at Aldbrook Financial for six years, which meant he had been there for five of the nine years the unauthorized access had been running through the accounts he was supposed to be overseeing.I had worked under him for four of those years.I had liked him, which was the thing I had been trying to reconcile since the morning Madeline called me to say he had resigned effective immediately. I had liked Paul Egan. He was thorough and fair and had a habit of knocking twice before coming into a shared office space that I had always appreciated more than I said out loud. He had given me my first promotion, written the recommendation that got me the senior accounts manager role, sat across from me at the internal interview and told me afterward that the panel's decision had taken less than three minutes.He had also received my internal flag on a Tuesday morning and told me the transaction appeared to be wit

POV: MadelineI came home at eight.Jeremy had cooked, which he did with the particular focused attention of someone who had decided that cooking was a domain in which he was going to become competent regardless of the evidence to the contrary that had accumulated over the preceding months. The kitchen smelled like something that was working out better than usual, which I mentioned, and he said he had called his mother for the recipe, which stopped me mid-step."You called Eleanor," I said."She is a very good cook," he said. "It seemed wasteful not to use the resource."I sat down at the table."How is she?" I said."Quieter than she used to be," he said, putting a plate in front of me. "She has started volunteering at a legal advice clinic. Pro bono. She says it is the most useful thing she has ever done, which I believe is true and also the most honest thing she has ever said about herself.""Eleanor Whitman doing pro bono legal advice," I said."Eleanor Whitman has a great deal of

POV: MadelineFrancis Doyle had been in retirement for eight years.He lived in a house in County Wicklow, forty minutes south of Dublin, with a view of the sea that Dara described, from the photograph she found in a profile piece from four years ago, as the kind of view that cost a very significant amount of money and was probably worth it.He gave occasional lectures at Trinity College on the history of Irish financial markets. He sat on the board of a literacy charity. He had received an honorary doctorate in 2019 that the university had since quietly listed as under review following the opening of the regulatory inquiries.On paper he was precisely what he appeared to be. A retired financier of good standing enjoying the particular comfort of a man who had been successful and was now benefiting from that success in a house with a sea view."He is clean," Sol said at the Thursday morning meeting, with the tone of someone delivering a finding he was not satisfied with. "On paper. Ev

Jeremy's POVI went to Wicklow on Thursday morning.Not to the station where Doyle was being held. To the house. The house with the sea view, the Donovan's team had attended the previous evening with the grate still warm and a lawyer already on notice.I did not tell Madeline I was going until I was already in the car, which she would have argued with if I had told her before.She called me six minutes after I sent the message."Jeremy.""I need to see it," I said. "Not him. The house.""Why?"I thought about how to say it accurately."He sat at our table," I said. "He came to dinner. He gave me a book when I was seventeen about how the world actually worked. I need to see where he was living while he was doing all of that. I need to make it real in a way the documents have not made it real."A pause."Are you all right?" she said."I will be," I said. "Let me do this."Another pause."Call me when you leave," she said."I will."The house in Wicklow was everything the photograph in t

POV: MadelineThe formal interview lasted four hours.Donovan called me afterward, not with a summary, because summaries were not something she did, but with the specific information she understood Crawford needed."He cooperated," she said."Fully," I said."Substantially," she said, which was a distinction I recognized. "He answered every question about the Marshfield network, the Reinholt arrangement, the Dublin and London and Luxembourg operations, Gerald Marsh's role, the nominee structure. All of it on record, in detail, corroborating Marsh's testimony and the documentary evidence independently.""And," I said."And he asked, at the end of the interview, to make a separate statement," she said. "Not in response to a question. A statement he wished to make voluntarily and have entered into the formal record.""What statement," I said."I am going to read it to you," she said. "Word for word, as he gave it."I stood up from my desk and went to the window."Go ahead," I said.Donov