“Check the routing numbers again, Leo,” Adrian said.

His voice was flat, devoid of any fear.

“I initiated the transfer ten minutes before I walked through that door,” Adrian said.

“The secondary authorization required my thumbprint, which I gave.”

“But the destination wasn’t your shell company in Panama.”

“It went to a federal escrow account held by the United States District Court.”

I leaned forward, my chest pressing against the seatbelt.

The nylon strap cut into the swell of my pregnant stomach.

“He did it,” I whispered.

Miller did not look back at me, but his shoulders dropped an inch.

“He gave up the money,” Miller muttered. “All of it.”

On the wire, there was a violent crash, like a chair being thrown against a wall.

“You bastard!” Leo screamed.

“That was eighty million dollars!”

“It was the syndicate’s money,” Adrian said, his voice chillingly calm.

“And now it belongs to the federal government.”

“In exchange, my wife and my child get a clean slate.”

“You have nothing left to buy your way out, Leo.”

“You have no leverage.”

My hand trembled as I pressed it against my stomach.