His hands shook slightly as he popped the brass clasps of the briefcase.

Jonathan stood beside him, his eyes fixed on the leather bag.

“What did you find?” Jonathan asked.

Benjamin pulled out a thick stack of white papers, bound by a heavy black clip.

“I spent the last forty-eight hours going through the digital ledgers of the Vance Group’s offshore accounts,” Benjamin said.

He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, his fingers leaving small smudges on the frames.

“Harrison has been very careful,” Benjamin said. “He used three different shell companies based in Panama.”

“But he made a mistake,” Jonathan said, his voice flat.

“He did,” Benjamin replied, turning to the first page of the document. “He forgot that I set up the original routing protocols for the secondary accounts ten years ago.”

I walked closer, standing on the opposite side of the table, looking down at the rows of numbers and dates.

“What do these numbers mean?” I asked, pointing to a column highlighted in yellow ink.

“These are monthly transfers,” Benjamin said, looking up at me. “Each one is exactly two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”