I added the Delaware shell company registration for Apex Logistics.

I added the DMV records of the black SUV registered under Gareth’s name.

Then, I opened the signature packet Eleanor had sent via the courier.

I scanned the pages with my phone’s high-resolution camera, converting the signatures into digital files.

I ran a comparison algorithm between Eleanor’s signature on the settlement document and her signature on the 2018 Thorne Family Trust corporate filings.

The match was ninety-nine percent.

“This proves she is the sole administrator of the Zurich account,” I said. “She signed the authorization for the five-million-dollar bribe using the same signature she used to transfer the funds to Apex Logistics.”

“It’s a direct link,” Clara said, leaning over my shoulder.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s the link that turns a local hit-and-run into a federal conspiracy case.”

I watched the progress bar on the upload screen reach eighty percent.

The wind outside picked up, rattling the loose pane of the kitchen window.

My phone buzzed on the table.

It was a call from Nora.

I picked it up immediately.

“Nora,” I said. “They were just here.”