The small office above the bookstore smelled like old coffee and long nights. The kind of space where time blurred and sleep was a luxury. Papers were still scattered across the desk from the night before some crumpled, others with their corners curling from being handled too much. The soft glow of laptop screens lit the room, casting shadows that made the spreadsheets look almost alive, like they were pulsing with warning.
They’d been digging for days, and now Adrian Kane’s plan was finally starting to take shape. It was all there supplier contracts altered just enough to shift blame, hidden clauses that redirected money, small reroutes that looked harmless on their own but painted a dangerous picture when lined up together.
But proof wasn’t enough. Not in Leo’s world. Not with someone
