Luca leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, and his voice dropping to a near whisper as we delved deeper into the discussion. "Marshall’s been careful, no doubt, but I’ve noticed something about his movements. They’re erratic—almost like he’s improvising."
"Improvising?" I asked, the idea catching my interest. It wasn’t like Marshall to act without a plan. The man was calculated, always several steps ahead. But if Luca was right, and Marshall was improvising, that meant he was feeling the pressure.
Luca nodded. "I’ve been following his financials, the money flow in and out of his accounts. Something doesn’t add up. He’s moving a lot of funds around, but not in a way that makes sense for someone who’s confident in their operation. It’s like he’s scrambling to cover his tracks."
