“It went through three different routing stations,” Reyes said, squinting at the lines of green code scrolling down his screen.

“First, it went to a holding account at a regional bank in Delaware,” Reyes said.

“That’s where Walter keeps his corporate accounts,” Jake said.

“Then it was wired to an offshore entity registered in the Cayman Islands,” Reyes continued.

“What’s the name of the entity?” I asked.

“L & W Holdings,” Reyes said.

I looked at Jake.

“Logan and Walter,” I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow.

“Exactly,” Reyes said. “But it didn’t stay in the Caymans.”

The progress bar reached eighty percent.

The whirring of the drive grew louder, the small plastic box warm to the touch.

“The money was wired back into the country forty-eight hours later,” Reyes said.

“Where?” Jake asked.

“To a construction escrow account registered under the name Oakridge Development Partners,” Reyes said.

I felt the blood drain from my face.

“Oakridge,” I said. “That’s the luxury housing project Logan has been bragging about on his social media.”