“But someone just initiated a wire transfer of four million dollars to an offshore bank in Zurich.”

“The request bypassed the court blocks using an administrative override code.”

I looked at the screen, my heart freezing.

“Nolan is in jail,” I said. “He doesn’t have access to a computer.”

“It wasn’t Nolan,” Thomas said, pointing to the digital signature at the bottom of the authorization.

“The code used belongs to someone inside this building.”

The digital signature on the tablet read *S. Barrett – Credentials Active*.

“Sloane,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

My father picked up the telephone on his desk.

“Get security to the server room on the fourth floor,” he said into the receiver.

“And call the federal marshal handling the Pierce asset seizure.”

He hung up and looked at Thomas.

“Can we stop the routing?”

Thomas tapped the screen twice.

“It is in the clearinghouse queue,” Thomas said. “We have exactly twelve minutes before the Swiss bank accepts the ledger.”

I leaned over the mahogany desk, my fingers pressing into the polished wood.

“Use the master override,” I said.