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The money isn't being prepared for use. It's already been used.

"Contractors, weapons, bribes, safe houses, logistics," I say. "Someone didn't build a reserve for a future operation."

Adrianos's gaze meets mine.

"The operation is already underway."

The realization sits between us like another person.

Adrianos turns back to Drakos. "What is it funding?"

"I don't know."

He rises, and Drakos recoils immediately. My hand closes around Adrianos's forearm.

He stops.

Not because I could physically prevent him from crossing the table and killing the man. But because he chooses to stop.

I look up at him, and for a second neither of us speaks.

Then Adrianos sits again.

"Continue," he tells me.

That one word means more than it should.

I turn back to Drakos. "We're not finished."

"I've told you everything."

"You've told us what the money bought. I want to know where it came from."

His confusion looks genuine.

I pull up the source structures. "Greek companies. Italian shipping infrastructure. Irish logistics. Colombian channels. Bratva-linked investments. Whoever created this didn't finance the operation through one Crown family."

I rotate the laptop toward him.

"They used all of them."

Drakos's expression changes. He knew. Maybe not the full scale, but enough.

"You've seen these structures before."

"I've seen some of them."

"Did you ever wonder why money from rival organizations was moving toward the same destinations?"

His laugh is short and humorless. "People in my profession survive by not wondering why powerful men move money."

"Which powerful men?"

"I don't know."

Adrianos's gaze hardens. "Try again."

Drakos looks between us. "That's what you're not understanding. Everyone I dealt with appeared legitimate. Nobody arrived wearing a mask and announcing they worked for some secret organization. They were accountants, lawyers, security contractors, executives. People attached to businesses the Crown already trusted."