"You're using the cipher backwards, Jax," I said, snatching the dark ledger from his hands before he could ruin the sequence.
"It's an eighty-year-old accounting code, Vivienne," Jax snapped, rubbing his bloodshot eyes in the blue light of the vault. "If I don't translate it into modern digital algorithms, Kane's master line will reject the feed."
"My grandfather didn't write this for computers," I replied coldly, flipping through the yellowed, hand-inked pages of the Vance family foundation ledger. "He wrote it to hide money from men like Montgomery Pierce. Every third column is a fake key designed to destroy the reader's hardware if they try to force it."
Rhys stepped up beside me, his cold eyes fixed on the open book. "Can you build an unbroken link through Pierce's bugs using that t
