It takes Reth forty-eight hours to trace the address.
Not because he is slow because whoever registered it knew exactly how to disappear without fully disappearing. The trail moves through shell entities, layered jurisdictions, and an agricultural equipment company in Ohio that has existed legitimately for eleven years. Real profits. Real employees. Real records.
But eighteen months ago, one filing added a secondary correspondence address tied to a holding company that eventually leads to a single name.
Reth puts it on the operations screen.
“Nadia Sorel,” he says.
I look at the name. “I don’t know her.”
“No,” Reth says. “But Gregor does.”
Gregor studies the screen for a long moment before speaking.
“Dmitri’s daughter,” he says quietly. “From before Vera. His first family.”
Lucien
