Chapter 2 - THE DIGITAL EVIDENCE ROOMWhile Julian slept soundly beside me, breathing the heavy, unearned peace of a man who believed he was untouchable, I sat in the adjoining study with my secure encrypted phone.
Every single document, wire transfer log, shell company charter, and beneficial ownership ledger was mirrored onto my cloud storage server. I didn't just photograph the forty-million-dollar guarantee; I downloaded the entire transactional history linking the Devereaux family trust to Los Halcones.
When I called Marcus, my former mentor at the Federal Financial Crimes Bureau, his voice was instantly sharp and alert.
"Evelyn? Are you safe?" Marcus asked.
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"They used my spotless compliance record as a human shield for cartel money laundering, Marcus," I whispered, keeping my eyes fixed on the bedroom door. "They think I'm a compliant housewife. I need the federal strike team ready to move the moment we touch down in New York."
"Preserve the logs, lock your terminal, and trust no one," Marcus instructed grimly. "We’ll be waiting at the tarmac."
