“Jurisdiction is going to be a nightmare to sort out.”

“The money wasn’t in Switzerland,” I said.

“The money is right here.”

I scrolled down to the wire transfers.

“She transferred twelve million dollars from the Callahan estate to an offshore account in the Cayman Islands.”

The account holder was listed as a shell corporation called *Vance Holdings*.

“Julian’s family name,” Harris said.

“And look at the secondary beneficiary,” I said.

The name on the joint signature line was Chloe Vance.

“She didn’t just help him,” I said. “She was the one controlling the money from the start.”

Harris’s phone buzzed in his palm.

He looked at the screen and swore under his breath.

“I have to take this,” he said.

“Stay here.”

“Do not touch the external network link.”

He hurried out of the room, leaving me alone with the glowing screen.

The air conditioning hummed softly in the ceiling vent.

It was cold in the room, but my palms were damp with sweat.

I scrolled down the list of transactions.

One transfer stood out.

It was dated two weeks ago, just after I started asking questions about Tyler’s childhood.