The encrypted financial files recovered from the late-night break-in remained spread across the digital displays well into the morning hours.
Zeraida sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Xaviere inside the climate-controlled security suite, her gaze tracking bright lines of numbers as they rendered across the dark background. Though the records were fragmented, a distinct structure began to emerge from the noise.
Every questionable wire transfer tied to Evelyn's final days passed through a maze of holding companies managed by Leontes Arventine.
"He was not merely attempting to steal the fake dossier," Zeraida remarked softly, turning toward her husband. "He was trying to wipe away every digital footstep connecting his office to her case."
Xaviere kept his eyes locked on the monitor, his expression unreadable. "Then we place these records directly in front of him and force his hand."
