"If the Mayor's investigators trace these funds by tomorrow morning, we will all hang for treason."
Rafael stared down at the trembling politician, his silver eyes reflecting the cold, dim light of the underground bar.
He did not flinch, nor did his expression betray a single ounce of panic as the senator waited for reassurance.
"Let the Mayor's investigators look," Rafael answered smoothly, his baritone voice cutting through the heavy air of the safehouse. "They will only find what Vesper permits them to see."
"You do not understand the scale of their tracking software," Senator Vance stammered, wiping sweat from his forehead. "They use military-grade algorithms that can map a financial trail in seconds."
"Military algorithms are written by men," Rafael stated with an immaculate
