“Every offshore routing number.”

Charles took a step back, his foot slipping slightly on the wet concrete.

The lighter in his hand dropped to the floor, extinguishing as it hit the puddle of solvent.

“No,” Charles breathed.

“That is impossible.”

“It is already done,” my father said.

“The files were encrypted and uploaded to a secure military server.”

“They are being downloaded by federal investigators as we speak.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide.

He looked at the burning match in his hand.

He looked at the gasoline-covered servers.

The realization of what had just happened slowly sank in.

If they burned the servers now, they were only destroying their own property.

The evidence was already gone.

It was in the hands of the law.

“You old bastard,” Ryan yelled.

He raised his revolver, pointing it directly at my father’s chest.

“I will kill you!”

Suddenly, a massive crash shook the upper floor of the mansion.

The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed down the stairwell.

“Federal agents!” a voice boomed from upstairs.

“Drop your weapons!”

Marcus looked at Charles, his face pale.