The third channel took me two full days to map completely.
Not because the evidence was not there. It was there. Buried carefully inside a network of individual accounts that on their own looked like nothing more than ordinary personal banking. Small deposits. Regular withdrawals. The kind of financial activity that belonged to unremarkable people living unremarkable lives.
But together they formed something else entirely.
I had been working on the clean device Mara had set up, cross referencing account activity against the dates of confirmed Dusk Holdings transfers, looking for the pattern underneath the pattern. The timing was the key. Not the amounts. The amounts were deliberately varied to avoid triggering automated monitoring. But the timing had a rhythm to it that was almost music
