The screen flickered with rows of numbers and scanned bank documents.

Gideon Voss’s name was stamped on dozens of authorization forms.

“This is forty million dollars stolen from the Steel foundation,” I whispered.

“And it went directly into Celeste’s personal accounts,” Ryker added.

Outside, a loudspeaker crackled.

“This is the Chicago Police Department,” a voice boomed through the rain. “Step out of the building with your hands up.”

An FBI agent walked over to Ryker.

“Mr. Steel, my superiors are telling me to hold,” the agent said. “The local district attorney just issued an emergency injunction to seize all electronic devices on this property.”

“Gideon is moving fast,” Tessa said.

“He’s desperate,” Ryker said.

He clicked a folder labeled *Federal Direct*.

“If we give this to the local officers, it will disappear into an evidence locker and never see the light of day,” Ryker said.

He dragged the decrypted files into an encrypted email client.

“Who are you sending it to?” I asked.

“The head of the Federal Organized Crime Task Force in Washington,” Ryker said.

He typed in a long email address from memory.