She stepped out onto the wet stone path, her boots clicking softly against the gravel.

She held the tablet in her left hand, the blue screen reflecting off her sharp cheekbones.

She walked straight to Vincent and turned the screen toward Marcus.

“It is done, Boss,” Gianna said.

Her voice was flat and dry, completely unaffected by the tension in the air.

Vincent did not look at the screen.

He kept his eyes locked on Marcus’s pale face.

“Show him,” Vincent said.

Gianna tapped the glass, and a series of green progress bars flashed, followed by a large, official seal.

It was the digital receipt of the United States Department of Justice, wire transfer division.

Marcus took a step back, his boots slipping slightly on the wet gravel.

“What did you do?” Marcus whispered.

The rain began to fall a little faster, tapping against the hood of Vincent’s heavy dark coat.

“I told you,” Vincent said, his voice calm and steady. “I do not want your money.”

“You gave it to the federal authorities,” Marcus said.

He looked like he was about to vomit.