MARCUS'S POV
The alert came in at 4:17 AM.
He was still awake. That wasn't unusual. Marcus had never been a good sleeper and the last two weeks had made him a worse one....the kind of nights where you lie down and your brain just keeps running, going over everything, looking for the thing you missed.
He was always looking for the thing he missed.
He heard the alert and was sitting up before he'd fully processed the sound. Reached for his laptop. Pulled the screen toward him in the dark of his room on the estate's east corridor and read what the monitoring system had flagged.
Twenty million dollars.
Same shell network as before. Different account, new routing, someone had tried to make it look clean. Someone had almost succeeded.
Almost.
