I pushed the laptop screen back up.

The blue light reflected in the windowpane behind me, casting my own pale face against the dark Chicago night.

I clicked on the first discrepancy from six months ago.

The *Vanguard* had departed from the Port of Chicago carrying legal steel shipments.

But the weight sensor logs from the harbor master showed forty-two tons of extra weight.

I opened the secondary database for our South American routes.

The same pattern appeared there.

*Apex Logistics* was listed as the third-party inspector on every single compromised voyage.

Marcus had signed off on the safety manifests himself.

He was smuggling contraband using Adrian’s ships.

The scale of it was staggering.

If the federal authorities discovered this, Romano Holdings would face immediate seizure of its fleet.

Adrian’s entire empire could crumble in a single day.

And Marcus’s syndicate would step in to buy the assets for pennies.

I leaned back in the leather chair, my hands shaking.

I looked at the dates of the first altered entries.

They started exactly fourteen months ago.

That was the exact week Marcus and I had moved in together.