“Grant’s personal attorney, Daniel, just filed an emergency motion to seal all Mercer Hospitality records,” Lena said. “He knows something has leaked.”

“Can he block the federal warrant?” Philip asked.

“No,” Lena said. “But he can alert Grant. If Grant gets to that server before the marshals do, there won’t be any evidence left to prosecute.”

I looked down at the physical drives on the table.

The little green light on the security token was blinking steadily, like a small beacon.

“He won’t destroy it,” I said. “He’s too arrogant to believe we actually have the decryption keys.”

“We can’t rely on his arrogance anymore,” Lena said. “We need to verify the offshore transaction logs right now.”

She motioned to the associate, who began exporting the PDF files from the secure drive.

“Look at this transfer from three weeks ago,” the associate said, pointing to a highlighted line item.

It was a wire of two point four million dollars to an entity called Blue Horizon Holdings.

“That’s Blaire’s shell company,” I said, recognizing the name from the private investigator’s reports.