The conference room at Margaret Ashford's office had become the centre of the investigation.
Maps of New York covered one wall.
Financial records covered another.
Photographs, timelines and handwritten notes stretched across a large whiteboard.
Nathan Cross stood quietly before them.
For several minutes, no one spoke.
Finally, he picked up a marker.
"We've been looking at this the wrong way."
Roman looked up from the payment logs.
"What do you mean?"
Cross wrote three names on the board.
Morrison.
Halcyon.
Blackwood & Vale.
He drew lines connecting each one.
"We've treated these as separate investigations."
"They're not."
Damien nodded slowly.
"They're parts of the same machine."
Cross turned to face them.
"Exactly."
"Halcyon carried out the operations."
"Blackwood &
