“It’s routed through a secondary server.”

I stepped closer, the weight of the gun heavy in my palm.

“Where is the money going?” I asked.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my hand steady.

“It’s not just a transfer,” Dante said, his fingers tightening on her collar as he looked at the lines of code on the screen.

He pointed at a series of names flashing in gray text beside the numbers.

“These aren’t bank accounts,” Dante said.

“They are corporate legal entities.”

Vanessa closed her eyes, swallowing hard.

“They’re settlements,” she whispered.

Dante released her, pushing her back into her leather chair.

“Explain,” he ordered.

She looked at the gun in my hand, then at Dante’s dark, unforgiving eyes.

“Marcus didn’t just hide the money,” she said.

“He needed it cleaned so the syndicates couldn’t trace it back to his shell companies.”

“So you used your law firm,” I said, the realization hitting me.

She nodded slowly, looking down at her desk.

“I filed fake lawsuits,” Vanessa confessed.

“Dozens of them over the last three years.”

“Injured employees, patent disputes, breach of contract.”