Silver's POV
The next day, we pulled all my father's transaction records, his check books and flight patterns, hoping to understand how he ran his routines but we got nothing. He ran everything off the books and under the radar but I knew my father, he must have kept some sort of record.
“Trust me, I have been through these files a dozen times but there's nothing here Silver,” Jericho grunted wearily. The dark patches around his eyes showed just how exhausted he was and I wasn't looking any better.
“So we devise our own way in, using our own transport system but with our contacts inside the pack,” I suggested as an idea popped into my head.
“I think that's how he does it,” I mumbled
“What's that?” He leaned over the messy desk.
“ Some names of the people in the company’s contac
