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Beside me.

I can give her that.

Even if every instinct I possess tells me it's dangerous.

By morning, Elena's dining table has disappeared beneath laptops, printouts and coffee.

She sits beside me wearing one of my shirts because apparently my clothing has become communal property. I have no objection. The sight of her bare legs beneath white cotton is making financial crime significantly harder to concentrate on.

She catches me looking.

"Accounts."

"I am looking."

"At the wrong assets."

I smile.

She shakes her head and turns the laptop toward me.

"We have another problem."

"Of course we do."

She brings up the new transfer route.

Once we stop treating Karras as the center, the structure becomes easier to see.

The money doesn't originate from one family.

It touches all of them.

Greek real estate holdings.

Italian shipping settlements.

Irish logistics companies.

Colombian import structures.

Bratva-linked investment channels.

I stare at the map.

"This isn't theft from my organization."

"No."

"It's Crown infrastructure."

"Yes."

I reach for my phone.

Elena looks at me. "Volkov?"

"He needs to see this."