The message contained only a line of coordinates and a brief sentence: *The transfer has been flagged. They know where the funds originated.*

My breath caught in my throat.

I stared at the glowing blue screen of my phone.

Evelyn shifted in my arms, let out a soft sigh, and fell back asleep.

I gently placed her into the bassinet and stepped into the quiet hallway.

The linoleum floor reflected the harsh fluorescent lights of the maternity ward.

I dialed Naomi’s private line.

She answered on the second ring, her voice sharp and alert.

“Tessa, I just saw the notification,” Naomi said.

“What do those coordinates mean?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“It is a commercial bank in Zurich,” Naomi replied. “Grant tried to route the three million he took from your trust through an offshore military contractor account.”

“Did he succeed?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “General Vale’s contact in intelligence flagged the transaction code. The Department of Justice froze the account ten minutes ago.”

I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for months.

“Where is Grant now?” I asked.