A sharp, shrill ring echoed from the pocket of Alexander’s damp jacket.

He reached inside, pulling out his phone.

He looked at the screen, his smile instantly vanishing.

He looked up at me, his eyes wide.

“It’s the holding facility,” Alexander said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “They’re saying someone just authorized the release of the secondary accounts.”

“But Marcus is in custody,” I said.

Alexander swiped the screen, putting the phone to his ear.

“This is Vale,” he said.

He listened for a moment, his face turning pale.

He looked toward the glass wall of the boardroom, his hand trembling slightly.

“Who did you say authorized it?” Alexander asked.

The room grew incredibly cold as we waited for the answer.

The voice on the other end of the line was loud enough for me to hear in the silent room.

It was the night duty captain at the precinct.

He confirmed that Victoria’s digital signature had just been used to access the offshore accounts.

“But she didn’t get far,” the captain said.

“We intercepted her at the private terminal five minutes ago.”