“Vance is on board,” Marco said. “His team is already setting up a mobile surveillance unit near the Blackstone.”

“Good,” Ryker said. “Tessa, I need you to draft a fake share transfer agreement.”

“I can do that,” I said. “It will look official enough to satisfy his lawyers.”

“Make it look like I am giving up everything,” Ryker said.

I sat down at the small desk in the corner and pulled out my laptop.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The drafts of the legal documents took forty minutes to finalize.

I printed them on Ryker’s heavy bond paper.

They looked authentic, bearing the official seal of the Steel Group.

“It’s ready,” I said, handing the pages to Ryker.

He glanced over them, his face expressionless.

“Perfect,” he said.

Marco entered again, carrying a small black case.

“The feds just arrived at the service entrance,” Marco said. “They brought the wire.”

Two plainclothes federal agents walked into the study a moment later.

One was a tall woman with her hair pulled back in a tight bun.