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They waved me off, returning to their discussion. I continued toward cluster fifty-seven, checking the time on my watch. In fifteen minutes I’d need to restore those camera feeds. By then, Brie had to be finished and clear of the area.

That was assuming she was smart enough to wait for my signal before attempting to access the server, and she didn’t already have security bearing down on her.

As I passed cluster sixty-seven and turned north, I spotted her.

She had the KVM drawer open.

Typing?

Bloody hell, Brie, tell me you waited for my all-clear!

Chapter 31

Brie

I flewthrough the Meridian server’s file structure, searching for evidence. I’d already completed my first goal—I’d found the photos of Scarlett in a subdirectory labeled “Reynolds Insurance.” The images showed her stealing the Chalcis Ring from the Albrecht house in April. They were the blackmail that had dragged the team to Rome and da Vinci’s vault weeks later.

I’d watched her steal the ring from my spot at home while I was hacked into the Albrecht’s security feed six months ago. Seeing my sister’s face in those pictures made my stomach clench. They weren’t from the security cameras. Enzo had been watching her.

Focus on your success, Brie.The photos confirmed Meridian wasn’t some random corporate client and that S. Hayes was genuinely the one from Mum’s research.

Thiswas Fenix.

The photos had to wait, though. Deleting them could signal an intrusion, and I needed to work invisibly until I’d identified everything I needed.

I skimmed through files dating back to 2004, folders labeled with cryptic codes and shell company names. Black CrownHoldings appeared repeatedly, but so did others. Each name Mum had identified was there, along with financial records, wire transfers, and operational directives.

It would take weeks, if not months, to analyze everything.

Hurry, Brie! Upload them to your cloud drive and keep searching for Dad!

I clicked through subdirectories, opening files at random. Legal documents and bank records. Email chains between aliases I didn’t recognize. The system lagged as I added more files to the stream being transferred to the drive I’d set up to receive what I found.

And then, I found the most important file.

A single email, dated three days before my father’s arrest, which read:

Transfer to J. Reynolds account confirmed. $50,000 deposited as discussed. Financial trail established. Proceed with Phase 2. —E

Evidence. Actual proof of the financial frame-up.

Who sent it? Who’s E? Enzo?The email address was a random string of letters and numbers.Worry about that later.

“The cameras are off,” came a male voice next to me.

I jumped and spun to see Will approach, and my already racing heart added at least twenty more beats per minute. I hadn’t heard him.

“Thanks,” I said, turning back to the screen. “That’s?—”

“Did you get my message about it?”

I frowned, pulling up another file, this one a photo of my father by a building.

“Brie.” His voice carried a warning. “Did you log in without waiting for me to disable the cameras?”

“Of course not!” I’d been tempted to. I’d stood in front of the KVM drawer for what had felt like an hour, waiting for Will’s text.

But Ihadwaited.