"You need to see this." Finlay's voice was low, controlled, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface.
I leaned over his shoulder, eyes narrowing as I scanned the screen of his laptop. Numbers, account names, and cryptic notes scrolled past, forming a web of transactions that seemed to lead nowhere-until they didn't.
"This account," I murmured, pointing at a shell corporation listed as Lunar Holdings. "It looks familiar."
Finlay turned to me, his eyes glinting like a knife. "Familiar how?"
I hedged. A cold ripple ran over me, the kind that stirred up old ghosts. "My father used to mention Lunar Holdings. years ago. I think he might've been involved."
Finlay swung his chair toward me fully, his face unreadable. "Luciana, are you saying—"
"I don't know what I'm saying," I
