Chapter 11: The Business The safe house office felt smaller than usual with Dante’s laptop open and stacks of financial records spread across the wide table. Late afternoon light filtered through the windows mixing with the soft glow from the screen. I sat beside Dante watching him scroll through endless columns of numbers. His brow was furrowed in concentration. The tension from the previous night still lingered in his shoulders but his focus was sharp. He pointed to a series of transactions. “I have been tracking the mole through these records. Someone inside the organization has been skimming money. Small amounts at first. Then larger. It all funnels toward Marcus through layers of accounts. But the trail goes cold at a shell company. I cannot break through the next wall.” I leaned in closer. My eyes scanned the spreadsheets. The numbers were messy and intentionally obscured but something clicked in my mind. My father’s business had been small yet he taught me early how to read
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