He did not say another word.

The doors of the elevator slid shut, and the sound of his struggling finally faded away.

The mezzanine fell completely silent.

The smell of gunpowder and expensive perfume lingered in the air.

“A clean sweep,” Arthur said, looking down at the empty lobby.

“The federal government is very efficient when we do their homework for them,” Arthur said.

“What happens to Khloe?” I asked, looking at the shattered glass on the floor.

“Ms. Dupont is currently explaining her shipping manifests to the Coast Guard,” Arthur said.

“Her family will disown her by morning to save their own company,” Arthur said.

“She is no longer a factor in Manhattan,” Arthur added.

He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet.

He tapped the screen twice and handed it to me.

“Look at the balance,” Arthur said.

I took the device, my fingers brushing against his cold skin.

The screen displayed a wire transfer confirmation from the federal receiver’s office.

My name was at the top of the screen.

Below it was the exact amount Tristan had stolen from my accounts, plus interest.