“Yes,” I replied, closing the transmission window. “It went to the automated port authority system, using Victor’s old routing codes.”

“Your father will monitor those codes,” Roman said, stepping closer.

“He has had a tap on the port authority’s digital manifest for five years,” I said.

I pointed to the lines of audited financial figures remaining on the screen.

“I modified the ledger to show a pending transit payment,” I explained.

“How much?” Declan asked, still watching the street through the curtain.

“Four point two million,” I said. “Listed as an unclaimed cash settlement from the Vescari estate.”

“He will know it is too good to be true,” Declan muttered.

“Not Richard,” I said, shaking my head. “He is desperate.”

“Desperate men still have eyes, Maeve,” Roman noted.

“I used the exact transaction numbers from the 2018 salt pier audit,” I said. “He knows those numbers are real.”

I looked up at Roman, my neck stiff from the tension.

“He thinks the money was frozen during your feud with Victor,” I said. “Now he thinks the truce unlocked it.”

“And the location?” Roman asked.