It was already past midnight, before Carson finally spoke again.
We were in the study, each lost in our own thoughts. Papers, maps, and files were scattered across the table, but no one was touching them. Fred had gone to rest, but Carson and I stayed behind, sitting far apart—like we were still waiting for something more than just a plan, maybe a resolve.
“I think I know where we should start,” Carson said quietly.
I looked at him. His voice was calm now, unlike before.
“Where?” I asked.
He turned his laptop towards me. There was a picture of a tall glass building with heavy security at the entrance.
“It’s called Valtrex Group,” he said.
“They’ve been linked to illegal offshore transactions. Laura Price used it to move over four million dollars just last month,”he added.
I frowned. “Is she still using it?"I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Which means we can use it too. We get inside, plant the tracker, and we follow the money trail,”he said again.
I stared at the screen, then back at him. H
