The screen flashed green.

*Access Granted.*

The entire financial structure of the Vance syndicate laid itself out before me.

It was a vast web of shell companies, real estate holdings, and secret accounts.

“They have been laundering money through my father’s firm for nine years,” I said, scrolling through the files.

“We can dismantle them tonight,” Roman said, leaning over my shoulder.

His hand rested on the back of my chair, his thumb brushing my shoulder blade.

“How do we do it?” I asked.

“We route their funds through a series of flagged accounts,” Roman explained. “The federal agencies will see the transactions instantly.”

“And the fifty million for Vance?” I asked.

“We send it,” Roman said. “But we send it from an account that is already under federal investigation.”

I looked at him, a small smile touching my lips.

“He won’t be able to touch a dime of it,” I said.

“Exactly,” Roman said. “By the time he realizes the money is frozen, his entire network will be compromised.”

I began typing the routing commands, my fingers flying across the keys.