The sub-level archives were frigid and smelled of dust and decaying paper. My heels clicked on concrete between rows of metal shelves.
Victor's access card opened the section I needed. A leather-bound ledger from five years ago sat on the shelf under a layer of dust.
Inside was a log of manual wire transfers, each authorized by Marcus and sent to one shell corporation. Paper proof he could not erase from a server.
I closed my hand around the ledger. I had him.
The fire door slammed behind me with a deafening *boom*.
The magnetic lock engaged with a clang. The fluorescent lights flickered out, leaving the aisle black.
I stopped moving.
Something scraped against concrete at the far end of the aisle.
"Looking for something, Elara?"
Marcus stepped into view and aimed a flashlight at m
