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Jefferson took a few moments to skim through the ledgers. He set the papers down and reached into one of his desk drawers for a large black binder. “Let me double-check something.” The binder was labeled “Pack Accounting.” He opened it, flipped through the binder, then nodded to himself.

“It’s just as I thought,” he said, flicking the binder closed again. “We don’t have an account with that name.”

“What? How do you explain all of these transfers, then?” Night asked.

“Well, I see in these ledgers that these transfers were indeed labeled for some kind of tax account. But Alpha Gregor told me to officially mark them down as ‘community expenses.’”

“What is that?” I asked.

“As you’ve seen, we keep multiple accounts, and one of those accounts is called ‘Community.’ It’s used for events and parties within the pack. Alpha Gregor had me mark down the withdrawals as being for the community.”

“But there weren’t any events around the time of these transactions,” I said.

He nodded. “I’m aware, but