I barely slept.
The flash drive sat on my desk, untouched, as I paced my apartment, replaying the meeting in the warehouse over and over again.
Who was he?
He had given me just enough information to keep me on edge but not enough to trust him. Rachel had enemies—of that, I was sure—but was this some kind of trap?
I had no choice.
I grabbed the flash drive, plugged it into my laptop, and held my breath as the files loaded.
Folder Name: Raven
My stomach twisted at the name. It had to mean something.
Clicking it open, I found a series of documents, encrypted emails, and financial statements. My pulse quickened as I scanned through them.
Rachel had been funneling money into offshore accounts under different aliases. Some of the names I recognized—business partners, political figures—b
