in Chicago, love.”
“Of course,” Elena said softly. “Have a safe flight.”
ughter’s future.
Elena barely slept.
From her hotel room, she watched the Miami skyline fade into morning while reviewing account after account.
At 7:00 a.m., Sarah called.
“The second transfer was fifteen thousand dollars,” she said. “It went directly into a private commercial account registered to Julian. Both transfers were approved using your digital security credentials.”
“I never authorized either one.”
“Then we need to establish how he gained access.”
Elena remembered immediately.
Six months earlier,