“It is fifty million more than you will have if the Swiss authorities freeze your accounts,” I countered.

I watched the video feed on my phone.

The man in the cap was talking to someone on his own phone now.

“Give me three minutes,” Vance said.

The line went dead.

I lowered the phone, my breath catching in my throat.

“That was a dangerous move,” Roman said.

“It was the only move,” I replied.

A low hum began to vibrate through the walls of the estate.

The lights flickered once, twice, and then the overhead fixtures glowed back to life.

The laptop screen turned blue, then showed the login screen.

“The power is back,” Roman said.

He reached for the keyboard, but I stepped in front of him.

“Let me do it,” I said.

He paused, his fingers hovering over the keys.

He looked at me for a long moment, then stepped back, yielding the seat to me.

I sat down and typed the main administrator login.

The system requested the secondary key.

My fingers moved across the keyboard, typing the twelve-digit code without a single error.