Marcus nodded.
He placed the tablet on my desk and turned it toward me.
“Yeah. The authorized login approving the phantom invoices for the shell company… it belongs to a VP named Vanessa. Your sister.”
I stared at the screen.
My sister’s corporate credentials appeared beside a series of suspicious payments.
The amounts were enormous.
The authorization records connected her directly to transactions our team had been investigating for months.
But another detail caught my attention.
A secondary routing number appeared beneath the wire-transfer records.
It looked familiar.
I had spent enough of my childhood helping organize my father’s checkbooks to recognize the number.
My heartbeat accelerated.
“Marcus,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Trace this routing number. Right now.”
His fingers moved rapidly across the tablet.
A few seconds later, he stopped typing.
His face had turned pale.
“Emma… this money is being funneled directly into a trust fund controlled by Richard and Eleanor.”
