“She is,” I said. “She knows the SEC is going to freeze the assets by tomorrow morning once the Chicago suspension is made public.”

Julian picked up his pen, tapping it against his palm. “If she gets that money into the Cayman account, Adrian will be personally liable for the default.”

“He signed the personal guarantees,” I said, remembering the paperwork I had refused to sign before I left Boston. “He thought he was invincible.”

The phone in my hand buzzed again.

Another email alert appeared, followed by a text message from a number I didn’t recognize.

I opened the text.

It was an image of a flight confirmation screen, sent from a burner number.

The passenger name was Serena Vale.

The flight was British Airways Flight 296, departing O’Hare International Airport at 8:30 PM.

“That’s tonight,” I said, showing the screen to Julian. “Not tomorrow morning. She changed the booking.”

Julian stood up and walked to the window, his suit jacket shifting as he crossed his arms. “She’s moving fast. She knows the timeline is shrinking.”

“Adrian has no idea,” I said.