“How much?”
Daniel looked grim.
“Approximately five-point-one million remains in the receiving structure.”
“And the rest?”
“Moved again.”
“To where?”
“Several destinations.”
“Which means?”
“We don't know yet.”
Nine hundred thousand dollars.
Gone.
Maybe temporarily.
Maybe not.
I folded my hands because I did not want anyone to see them shake.
“Call Martin.”
Daniel said nothing.
“Now.”
“Gloria—”
“Call him.”
Detective Mills intervened.
“We would prefer you don't confront anyone while we're still identifying participants.”
I looked at him.
“I'm not asking to confront him.”
“You're asking your lawyer to call a possible suspect while police are investigating.”
“When you say it like that, it sounds less charming.”
“It is less charming.”
Fair.
I sat back.
“Then tell me what you know.”
They knew enough to frighten me.
Three months earlier, someone using a Cedarline administrative login downloaded corporate organizational documents.
Ownership certificates.
Operating agreements.
Signature samples.
Property schedules.
The user account belonged to my executive assistant, Ana Morales.
