They immediately looked down, their silence confirming his words.

“This is a fabrication,” Vancamp said, his hand moving slowly toward his belt.

“Do not,” Killian said from the door.

The sound of Killian’s holster releasing was loud in the small room.

Vancamp’s hand froze.

“The ledger contains the bank routing numbers for the offshore accounts,” I said, pointing to the bottom of the linen sheet. “The silver thread used to stitch the lining was coated in magnetic ink. It was meant to be read by the scanner at the port gates to bypass the manifest checks.”

Henderson looked up at Vancamp, his eyes filled with anger. “You used our own distribution lines to steal from us, Marcus.”

“The syndicate belongs to those who can manage it,” Vancamp said, his voice turning cold as he realized he had no defense. “Thorne is too soft. He spends his time listening to the wind and hiding in his dark rooms.”

“I listen to everything, Marcus,” Aries said softly. “I heard your men in my stairwell tonight. And I heard your heart rate spike the moment I walked through that door.”