Lyra's POVFarrah called just after noon, and this time I put her on speaker without hesitation, needing Marcus to hear every word alongside me, needing a witness to whatever she was about to say."I traced the edit on your incorporation filing," she said, her voice crisp and businesslike, carrying the particular steadiness of someone who had delivered bad news often enough to have smoothed all the hesitation out of it. "Shell account. Offshore. Closed two days after the edit went through, with no personal name attached to it anywhere in the registry.""A dead end," I said, already bracing myself for the disappointment, my fingers tightening around my coffee cup."I thought so too, at first," Farrah said. "Until your security contact sent me the delivery account tied to those six food orders about an hour ago. I almost didn't bother cross-referencing them. I'm glad I did."Marcus straightened in his chair beside me, setting down the tablet he'd been scrolling through all morning. "And
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