“You checked the standard wire transfers,” Voss said. “You didn’t look at the maritime shipping logistics.”

“The shipping logistics?” Ryker asked, sounding genuinely puzzled as he took a step closer.

“Every crate that leaves the Chicago ports under the Steel name has a customs tariff,” Voss said.

He looked at Ryker like a teacher explaining a simple math problem to a slow child.

“A fraction of a percent of those tariffs was diverted to a holding company in Zurich,” Voss continued.

“For seven long years.”

“That is impossible,” I said, shaking my head and letting a fake gasp escape my throat. “The board would have flagged the discrepancy during the annual reviews.”

“The board only sees the reports I present to them,” Voss said.

His voice was thick with pride, his chest swelling beneath his tailored suit jacket.

“I personally designed the compliance software they use to track those tariffs.”

“You built a backdoor into the system,” Ryker said.

“Exactly,” Voss said.

He smiled, clearly enjoying the look of shock I was trying to project.

“And the beauty of it is, it is completely untraceable to anyone who doesn’t know the master key.”