“Start at the beginning," Felix told the retired detective.
They sat in a quiet café near the docks, away from the Carlisle name.
The detective sipped black coffee. “You want to trace your father's crimes?"
“I want to trace how he *orchestrated* Christina's life like a hostile acquisition."
The detective nodded. “Then we follow the money."
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Three days in, they found the first thread.
“The shell company that swallowed her father's firm," the detective said, sliding over documents. “Owned by an offshore trust. Guess whose signature authorizes its disbursements?"
Felix didn't need to read it.
“Randell," he muttered.
“Buried well. But it's there."
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By the end of the week, more pieces emerged.
Christina's brother's debt? Bought by a 'collection agency' with ties to a Carlisle
