“Take a second, Keisha.”
“Look at this,” she said, pointing at the screen.“Every third Thursday, fat deposit, withdrawals to six shells, new kid placed in three days.”
He leaned over.“Lines up with my info,” he said, tracing numbers.
“Yeah.”She met his eyes.“Your tips, Maris’s leaks, my audits.We can sink Coastal Futures.”
“Pavel’s got judges,” he said, doubt flickering.
“Not every one.”She closed the file.“One decent prosecutor’s enough.”
Her hands shook worse.Sergei saw, but stayed quiet.
Then she froze when she came across a familiar name.
Amara.
Keisha exhaled heavily.“She’s one of them,” she whispered as she studied the email.
Sergei scanned it, jaw tight.“Been at it a while, looks like.”
“I think we have what we need.Now, what do we do with it?”
“Leave that to me,” Sergei replied.
* * *
Afew hours later,they were at a warehouse when, a Latin man walked up.One who had just as many tattoos as Sergei and seemed just as dangerous.
“Rivera,” Sergei greeted.
“Lisowski, what have you got for me.”
Sergei looked at her and gave a brief nod.
Keisha held out the flash drive.“Everything on there is in chronological order outlining the Coastal Future’s trafficking scheme,” she said.“Their financials, forgeries, emails.”
Rivera flipped around the bag on his back, then pulled out a laptop.It didn’t take him long to boot up and start scanning the info on the drive.
“This is solid stuff,” he said.“How’d you get it?”
“I have my sources, but these are files from my job,” Keisha said.
“You’ll testify?”
“If I have to.”She didn’t like the idea, but she might not have a choice.“The offshore accounts tie to Dmitri.”
Rivera let out a low whistle.“You’ve done your digging.”
“It’s for the kids.”She pointed in his direction.“Sixteen kids through Coastal, last year.Bogus checks, skipped rules.”
He frowned, turning a page.“Ties to the docks trafficking?”
“Same network, different arm.”Keisha frowned.“Pavel runs it all, but Dmitri does the heavy lifting.Society moves kids across borders.”
“Their reach is wide,” Rivera said.“Last year’s gunrunning?”
“Yup.”She breathed slow.“Coastal’s a front.”
