“Richard is the only one who can verify the fake accounts Victor set up.”

“If he dies, the banks will lock the funds permanently,” I explained.

“Then we find him and break his neck,” Declan said simply.

“No,” I said.

“He is too paranoid to be caught that way.”

“He has been hiding in the shadows of the docks for weeks,” I added.

I looked down at the flash drive in my hand.

“We need to bait a trap,” I said.

“How?” Roman asked, his analytical mind already working.

“We leak a portion of these files,” I said.

“But we alter the records first.”

“We create a false ledger showing a massive final payout waiting for him,” I explained.

“A payout that can only be released with his personal signature at a specific location.”

Roman stared at me, his cold eyes calculating the risks.

“He is greedy enough to take the bait,” Roman admitted.

“And desperate enough to ignore the danger,” I added.

The SUV pulled into the driveway of a dark, three-story brick building.

The rain was pouring harder now, drumming against the metal roof of the car.