They found the shell company within forty-eight hours.
Calloway delivered the name on a rainy Wednesday, dropping a manila folder on Damien’s office table with a grim smile that said this rabbit hole’s about to get interesting.
Celeste stood beside Damien as they read the cover sheet. The shell company was listed under an innocuous string of letters, Palladium Holdings, but the money trail looped back through two offshore accounts and finally landed somewhere in Zurich.
“Anonymous ownership, layers of nominees,” Calloway explained, tapping the folder. “Someone wants this to look like a lone memoir, but they’re funneling real money into it. Promotion, distribution, the whole package.”
Celeste pinched the bridge of her nose. “Someone wants this to stick. Not just a tabloid splash, but a
