Elliot turned the page.

“It is registered in the Bahamas,” Elliot said. “The filing documents aren’t public.”

“They are if you have the registered agent’s password,” I said. “The firm’s IT department left his portal credentials in a shared network folder three years ago.”

I leaned back in my chair, letting my hands rest on my lap.

“The sole shareholder of Crestview Ventures is Bianca Ross,” I said.

Bianca gasped, a sharp, wet sound in the quiet room.

“That’s a lie,” she said, her voice rising. “I don’t know anything about a Crestview.”

She looked at Graham, her eyes wide with a sudden, sharp panic.

“Graham, what is she talking about?” she demanded.

Graham did not look at her.

He was staring at the navy-blue folder as if it were a physical threat.

“Graham, answer me,” Bianca said, her voice cracking.

“It’s a setup,” Graham muttered, his eyes darting toward the window. “Arden fabricated those.”

“The routing numbers are active, Graham,” I said. “The pre-authorization was signed using your digital token.”

I pointed to the photocopy of the digital signature page.