“Your analysis of the offshore transfers,” he said. “The discrepancies you found in the logistics division.”

“I told you, someone was routing funds to a shell company in Delaware,” I said.

“A shell company owned by Marcus’s syndicate,” Adrian added.

“Yes,” I said. “But what does that have to do with him being outside your window?”

“I needed proof of who was authorizing those transfers from the inside,” Adrian said.

He looked down at me, his dark eyes intense.

“The encryption keys for your work phone were stored on the secure server in the logistics office,” he said.

“The only way Marcus could get this specific number was if my head of logistics handed it to him.”

I stared at him, the pieces beginning to fall into place.

“You knew,” I whispered.

“I suspected,” Adrian corrected. “But I needed the digital signature of the transfer to match the physical breach.”

He leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms.

“I’ve been tracking the leaks for six months,” he said.