“Who?”

“Tristan,” I said. “But look at the file name.”

I clicked on the secondary directory, my fingers trembling slightly on the keys.

“He is not just trying to steal my savings, Arthur. He is planning to frame you.”

Arthur did not move, but I could feel the sudden tension radiating from him.

He stared at the rows of figures on the screen.

“He has altered the timestamps on the ledger,” I explained, pointing to the column of dates.

“He is making it look like you authorized fifty million dollars in illegal transfers last month.”

“Those accounts have been dormant for two years,” Arthur said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level.

“I know,” I replied. “But he has routed them through a shell company registered in Khloe Dupont’s name.”

“Her family’s shipping line,” Arthur murmured, understanding instantly.

“Yes,” I said. “And he is using that connection to make the money look like it came from the federal seized assets database.”

Arthur reached down and touched the screen, his long finger tracing a line of code.

“He is handing this to the U.S. Attorney’s Office,” he said.