Every high-security system has a digital footprint tied to its maintenance costs.

To keep a terminal disguised inside a mansion, you have to route its data through paid relays.

I scrolled through the outgoing packet sizes.

They were large, heavy files, disguised as system updates.

But the routing headers showed something different.

They were using a specific transit protocol called SWIFT-X.

It was an obscure, highly expensive protocol used almost exclusively for high-velocity international bank transfers.

My eyes widened as I stared at the destination routing numbers.

The files weren’t just location data.

They contained the master keys to Vincent’s primary offshore holdings in Luxembourg.

If Derek got those keys, he wouldn’t just find us.

He would drain the Moretti family’s entire treasury in seconds.

I traced the authorization signature attached to the SWIFT-X protocol.

Only three people in the Moretti organization had the cryptographic keys to sign off on these transfers.

Vincent himself.

His underboss, Aldo.

And Marcus, the family’s chief financial officer.

I tapped my screen, bringing up the internal transaction logs from the past forty-eight hours.