“Who?” I asked.

“A man named Thomas Sterling,” Sarah said. “He works out of the private wealth division on Wall Street.”

“Sterling,” I repeated, remembering the name from our holiday card list. “He has dinner at our house every Christmas.”

“He is the one overriding the dual-signature alerts,” Sarah said. “He is marking them as pre-approved business expenses.”

“That is bank fraud,” I said.

“It is,” Marcus agreed. “But proving it and getting the bank to stop the transaction takes time we do not have.”

“Then I will go see Sterling myself,” I said.

“Claire, that is dangerous,” Marcus warned. “If you confront him, he will alert Preston, and they might accelerate the timeline.”

“He is already moving as fast as he can,” I said, grabbing my purse. “What do I have to lose?”

“Let me come with you,” Marcus said.

“No, you need to stay here and get that judge’s signature the second she steps off the bench,” I said.

“I will call Daniel and tell him to keep watching the hotel,” I added.

I walked out of the office before Marcus could argue.