I put the silver drive into my pocket and walked out of the library.

The New York afternoon was turning dark and cold.

I walked three blocks to a small, quiet coffee shop I knew on a side street.

It was mostly empty, smelling of roasted beans, cinnamon, and wet coats.

I chose a booth in the very back, far from the windows.

I opened my laptop, my fingers trembling slightly as I booted it up.

I plugged the silver drive into the side port.

The screen flickered.

A prompt appeared, asking for a security protocol.

I turned the drive over.

In tiny, etched numbers on the silver casing was an IP address and a passcode.

I typed them into the terminal.

The screen went black for three seconds.

Then, a complex directory tree appeared on the screen.

It was labeled *Whitmore Global – Private Ledger – Confidential*.

I clicked on the first folder.

It was titled *Trust Liquidation*.

I scrolled through the PDF documents, my eyes straining to read the columns of numbers.

The numbers were massive.

Millions of dollars were being transferred every week.