[Noah's POV]
One hundred thousand dollars.
The check sat on the glass table between me and Adrian, a small piece of paper that felt heavier than a gun.
I stared at it. Then I stared at the man who put it there.
Adrian Roth.
My men had dug into him before he came here today. Caleb had his best investigators running background checks all night.
And they found nothing suspicious.
According to the files, Adrian Roth was a ghost made of money.
Born in Zurich. Educated at boarding schools that cost more than most people earn in a lifetime. An inheritance that was staggering.
His records were spotless.
His entry into the U.S. through CBP was clean. His bank accounts in Switzerland were legitimate and overflowing with millions of francs.
It was perfect. Too perfect.
To have a backgr
