A frame made of true things

A scene from a story. Illustration, not evidence. Nothing in it is a finding. What it stands in for, and what it does not establish, is set out below.

Here is what a frame actually looks like, and it does not look like planted evidence:

It looks like eleven months of a young man doing genuinely useful things with genuinely inadequate authorisation, in a company that deliberately never wrote the authorisations down, being converted — line by line, all of it real, none of it invented — into a document with a total at the bottom.

₦3.7 million of transactions with no approving signature. One account in his own name. Physical possession, at various points, of card, dashboard, and devices. And, from four people asked separately in a small room with a nice logo on the wall: a hesitation. A well — there was one time, but I'm sure it was nothing.