“But I secured a cooperation agreement.”

“They wanted Victor.”

“They wanted the man who signed the wire transfers to the offshore accounts in Belize.”

Evelyn was already typing furiously on her phone, her thumb moving in a blur.

“I have to call the chairman,” she said, not looking at either of us.

“The board needs to halt trading on the stock immediately.”

“It’s too late for that,” Nathan said.

He tapped his phone screen, waking it up.

“The subpoena for the corporate servers was issued forty-five minutes ago.”

“They are probably serving it at the main office in Miami right now.”

I pictured the glass towers in Miami, the sun reflecting off the water.

I pictured the security guards, the ones who used to tip their hats to me, letting federal agents through the turnstiles.

“Victor is at the house,” I said.

My voice was steady now, the shock hardening into something cold and functional.

“He thinks he is still in control.”

“He isn’t,” Nathan said.

“He has nothing left but the walls of that house.”

“And those aren’t his either,” I said.