I took the elevator to the thirty-fifth floor, my heart hammering against my ribs.

When the doors opened, Marcus was waiting for me in the reception area.

He looked tired, his tie slightly loosened at his collar, but his eyes were sharp.

“I just off the phone with the U.S. Attorney’s office,” Marcus said, gesturing for me to follow him.

We walked into a large conference room overlooking Central Park.

Dozens of legal documents were scattered across the long mahogany table.

“Did they agree to intervene?” I asked, sitting down in a leather chair.

“They are contacting the Federal Aviation Administration and U.S. Customs and Border Protection,” Marcus said.

“Can they hold them at Teterboro?” I asked.

“If the wire transfers remain flagged, yes,” Marcus said. “The frozen funds are the evidence of the crime.”

“It is nearly two o’clock,” I said, looking at the digital clock on the wall. “Thomas will release the wires in thirty minutes.”

“We are filing the emergency injunction now,” Marcus said. “My associates are at the courthouse.”

“What about Arthur?” I asked.