Ryan dived deeper into his research, calling accounting records, tracking suspicious transactions, and cross-referencing workers' activities. With each new fact he learned, however, everything seemed to be more puzzling.
“The money didn’t disappear," Ryan complained, scrolling down his PC. "This was professional and didn’t leave any prints behind.”
Nora and I sat before him, tired but determined.
“Are you saying this was an inside job?” I asked carefully.
Ryan nodded. "Not an insider job in and of itself—someone in a high position in a corporation was to blame. Money was routed through a series of offshore accounts, and all my leads ended in a cul-de-sac."
Nora sighed, rubbing her temples. “It was as if they believed we would try to pursue it. They carried this out perfectly.”
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