“You didn’t build anything,” I said. “Grandfather Bradford built it. You just spent it.”

“We will see who is laughing when the international banks clear the funds,” she said.

The line went dead.

I pulled the phone away and tapped the speaker icon to disconnect.

“Marcus, she’s moving the funds through the Swiss subsidiary,” I said.

Marcus stared at his own screen, his face illuminated by the pale blue glare.

“The transfer is routing through three shell companies first,” he said. “Belize, Panama, then Zurich.”

“She thinks the layers will hide the destination,” I said. “But the core ledger is still running on the system we upgraded for them last winter.”

“The legacy servers are still active,” Marcus agreed, his fingers tapping the keys. “They never migrated the security protocols.”

“Which means our master key still works,” I said.

I tapped a sequence of keys on my keyboard.

My fingers felt cold.

The heater in the SUV was blasting, but my hands were shaking slightly.

“We have thirty seconds before the first block of twenty million clears,” Marcus said.

The rain beat against the windshield in heavy, rhythmic thuds.