I spent 2,000 SP on a skill called [Digital Ghost]. It wasn't flashy. It didn't make me stronger or faster. But it allowed me to navigate the digital world without leaving footprints. No IP logs, no browser history, no trace.
For the next three days, I lived in the library basement. I wasn't studying for exams. I was studying Richard Sterling.
I started with Brad's father. Arthur Davis. Hedge fund manager. Board member of three charities Richard also supported. It was a thin connection, but it was a thread.
Using [Digital Ghost], I slipped into the Davis Capital servers. It was terrifyingly easy. The System guided my fingers, highlighting vulnerabilities in the firewall like glowing cracks in a wall.
I found emails. Lots of them. Most were boring—market analysis, golf schedules. But then I found a folder marked "Vanguard."
Inside were transfer logs. Monthly payments from a shell company called "Blue Horizon Logistics" to a private account in the Cayman Islands.
