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“For the first couple weeks, it just looked like someone with money moving around,” Riot continues. “But the pattern never stopped. Same card. Same type of hotels. Same booking style. Always one or two nights, then gone.”

“That’s not business travel,” Tank mutters.

“No,” Riot agrees. “That’s someone staying mobile on purpose.”

Switch crosses his arms. “So when did we connect it to her?”

Riot switches screens.

Security footage fills the display.

Hotel lobby cameras. Elevator feeds. Hallways. Different cities. Different dates.

Same woman.

Bri.

Walking beside the same man every time. Dressed too well. Too controlled. Her arm in a sling. Sometimes she’s looking down. Sometimes straight ahead. Never smiling.

My hands curl into fists on the table.

“We hacked hotel security feeds tied to those charges,” Riot says quietly. “She shows up again and again. Over six weeks’ worth of footage.”

Ghost nods. “Different cities. Different hotels. Same routine.”

“She’s never alone,” Riot adds. “He’s always with her. Always close.”

“And she doesn’t look drugged,” Switch says slowly.

“No,” Riot confirms. “But she doesn’t look free either.”

Dagger exhales through his nose. “Russian money?”

Riot nods. “Eastern. Routed through three layers. Took us time to peel it back, but Ghost caught it.”

Ghost leans back. “Same laundering structure they used two years ago. Same banks. Same shell movement.”

“They didn’t disappear,” Riot says. “They went underground and planned.”

Rev’s jaw tightens. “So where is she now?”

Riot pulls up a map.

“Most of the stays are short,” he says. “One night. Two max. But about ten days ago, that changed.”

Tank straightens. “How?”

“One location broke the pattern,” Riot replies. “They stayed.”

“How long?” Switch asks.

“A full week,” Ghost answers. “Too long for someone this paranoid unless they feel secure.”

Mason leans forward. “Where.”

“Outside Kansas City,” Riot says. “Industrial district. Old adaptive-reuse building. Warehouses on the lower floors. Private suites above.”

“That tracks,” I say quietly. “Hidden. Legit-looking. Easy to control.”