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"Possibly. It could also have been instructions or access to operational funds. I can't tell without the administrator's records."

"Who administers it?"

I bring up the name.

Stefanos Drakos.

Adrianos goes still.

"You know him."

"I know of him."

"That distinction usually means something unpleasant."

"He arranges private transactions for people who don't want those transactions examined."

"So, a criminal banker."

"A broker."

"A criminal banker with better tailoring."

Despite everything, my mouth twitches.

I click into another record and show him the link between Drakos's platform and the Cyprus company. "If we can get his records, we might be able to determine what our attacker was paid for, where the money originated, and whether he was connected to whoever compromised your security."

Adrianos reaches for his phone. I catch his wrist. His gaze drops to my hand before returning to my face.

"Alive," I say.

His expression remains unreadable.

"Adrianos."

"I heard you."

"I want to make sure you understood the entire word."

"Would you like me to spell it?"

"After Karras, possibly."

He studies me for several seconds before turning his hand beneath mine. Our fingers briefly interlock.

"We bring him in alive."

The tightness inside my chest eases.

It's a small thing considering everything happening around us, but it matters. Yesterday, Adrianos made a decision for both of us and expected me to accept it. Today, he listens before reaching for violence.

That's what I asked him to do. I squeeze his hand once before letting go.

"Then let's find our criminal banker."

"Broker."

I stare at him. His mouth curves. Apparently, he's learning sarcasm too.