“Good because I’m not finding much over here,” Sam says, still crouching low.
“Shh,” Mountain orders and gently closes the door, leaving it cracked just enough for him to peek out. “Okay, false alarm.”
We turn our lights back on and I remove the thumb drive I stuffed in the pocket of my slacks. I insert the device into the USB port and wait for it to register. As it does that, I click back out of that folder and skim over the others. Deciding to search for keywords instead of scrolling through every item, I key in the name and wait to see what pulls up.
Aurelian.
Files began to isolate, several documents labeled only by two letters and a date.
Initials.
I find one with SC and click the first one I see.
SC01252025.
A bank statement loads, and it matches the date and amount of what I found on his work computer. We definitely got it. Satisfied, I copy the folder and am about to exit it when another pair of initials catches my attention.
EK.
Several of them. All one month apart dating back years. I open the first one dated last week. The transaction details stare me in the face.
ACH Withdrawal Everest
Kane..………………-$10,000
A numbness pricks at my skin, and suddenly it’s hot in here.
I open another.
EK03032025—ACH Withdrawal Everest
Kane..………………-$10,000
And another…
EK02032025—ACH Withdrawal Everest
Kane..………………-$10,000
On the third of every month like clockwork, there’s a bank transfer in Kane’s name.
“What the actual fuck?” I murmur.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
KANE
“Amber,” a voice calls out near the bottom of the stairs.
Quietly, I peek over the railing just in time to see Mrs. Williamsburg pause with her hand against the banister. She turns to face someone, her brows raised in curiosity.
“Oh, Lynn. I didn’t see you out there,” Mrs. Williamsburg says, her tone full of fake enthusiasm.
I smirk at that.
“I was mingling. I must say, you’ve outdone yourself as always. Everything is immaculate.”
Mrs. Williamsburg huffs and shrugs. “Thank you, but you know Richard. All of this is his idea.”
