Bryce's investigation moved fast once he had reason to treat the photographs as a genuine threat rather than an isolated prank, and within a week he'd traced the private investigator responsible for the surveillance back to a numbered account that led, after several more days of careful digging, to a shell company registered under a name none of us recognized. He worked with a focused intensity I hadn't seen from him since the earliest days of untangling Calloway's schemes, pulling in a small team of forensic accountants he trusted implicitly, the kind of quiet, competent people who never appeared in headlines but who made or broke cases like this one entirely on their own.
"Meridian Consulting," Bryce said, laying the paperwork out across Nathaniel's desk, sheet after sheet of financial
