“Let the authorities handle it,” Marcus urged.

“No,” I said, standing up. “I am going to Teterboro.”

“Claire, please,” Marcus said, reaching for his coat. “At least let me send one of our security personnel with you.”

“I don’t need security,” I said. “I need to see this through to the end.”

I turned and walked out of the conference room before he could argue further.

As I reached the elevator, my phone rang again.

It was a call from an unlisted number.

I hesitated, then pressed the screen. “Hello?”

“Claire,” Preston’s voice came through the line, cold and calm.

My breath caught in my throat. “Preston.”

“I know what you are doing,” he said.

“I am stopping you,” I said.

“You are making a very expensive mistake,” he said. “The money is already gone, Claire.”

“Thomas flagged the wires,” I said. “They are held for review.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

I could hear the sound of windshield wipers scraping against glass in the background.

“Thomas is a clerk,” Preston said, his voice losing some of its composure. “He cannot stop what has already been authorized.”