THE FIRST call came just after six in the morning.
Sophie had only been awake for a few minutes, still sitting at her kitchen island with a mug of untouched coffee beside her laptop. Sleep lingered in her eyes, but her mind had already wandered back to the encrypted files she had received the previous night.
She intended to spend the morning analyzing them before heading to Keller Capital.
Her phone shattered those plans.
The caller ID displayed Detective Ramos.
She frowned.
After the police raid at Moore Customs two days earlier, Ramos had promised to keep her informed if anything significant surfaced. Still, a call this early rarely brought good news.
She answered immediately. “Good morning, Detective.”
“I wish it were.”
The exhaustion in his voice immediately caught her attenti
