Sienna’s POV
Lunch came and went. Fast. That salmon wasn’t salmoning the way she needed it to, and the iced coffee she grabbed afterward was already halfway warm and watery. But that’s okay. She had fire in her belly. The kind that only came from chasing truth and smelling bullsh*t from a mile away.
Back in her office, Trevor was already in his chair, eyes darting across three different screens like he was hacking into the Pentagon.
“Okay, Sienna, you ready for this?” he said without even looking at her.
“Trevor, I was born ready. What you got?”
He grinned and tapped his keyboard. “Boom. Two more locations. Same withdrawal pattern. Same amount. Same fake-ass signatures. Tell me we’re not geniuses.”
Sienna blinked. “We’re not geniuses,” she deadpanned.
Trevor gasped like she slapped
