“Is that unusual for your family?” I asked.

“For the corporation, no,” Dominic said. “For my mother’s private foundation, yes.”

He leaned closer to the screen, his face turning pale.

“The beneficial owner of Blue Horizon isn’t listed on the main sheet,” he said.

“Can you find out who it is?” I asked.

Dominic didn’t answer.

He clicked through several more layers of encrypted files, his breathing becoming shallow.

Outside, the SUV exited the park, the bright lights of the Upper East Side reflecting off the wet pavement.

Marco slowed the vehicle as we approached a pair of heavy iron gates.

“We’re here, sir,” Marco said.

The gates slid open, and we pulled into the courtyard of a quiet, elegant building.

The silver Mercedes was nowhere to be seen.

“Did we lose them?” I asked.

“For now,” Marco said, turning off the engine.

Dominic did not move.

He was still staring at the laptop screen, his hand frozen over the keyboard.

“Dominic?” I said.

He slowly turned his head to look at me, his eyes wide and dark in the shadows of the car.