“These are direct wire transfers from Valenti Holdings to an offshore account in the Caymans,” Vance muttered.

“The account belongs to Whitmore’s shell company,” Dominic said. “Look at the dates.”

Vance turned the pages, matching the dates with a printed list on his desk.

“Every transfer occurred within forty-eight hours of a custody ruling in the Valenti case,” Vance said.

“It’s a federal bribery charge,” I said, stepping forward. “And conspiracy to violate civil rights.”

Vance looked up at me, his face grim but determined.

“It’s more than that,” Vance said. “This is racketeering.”

He closed the ledger and leaned back in his chair.

“If I take this to a federal judge tonight, I can get emergency arrest warrants by morning,” Vance said.

“Not Whitmore,” Dominic said.

“Obviously not,” Vance replied. “Judge Martinez is on duty tonight. He’s untouchable.”

Vance picked up his desk phone and dialed a three-digit extension. “Get me a stenographer and two agents from the public corruption unit,” Vance said into the receiver. “We are going to take a formal statement.”

For the next three hours, Dominic and I sat in the office, answering questions.