Page 145 of Broken Oath

“And now?”

“Now they know we survived.”

Rook’s eyes hardened.

“And they’re getting nervous.”

Fathom switched screens.

Bank transfers replaced the surveillance files.

Corporate records appeared beside offshore accounts. Shell companies hid behind other shell companies, creating a maze designed to bury the truth beneath paperwork.

For twenty minutes, nobody spoke.

Keys clicked.

Coffee cooled.

Rain continued falling.

Then Fathom stopped.

Completely.

His chair creaked as he leaned closer.

“There.”

Every operator focused.

One transaction glowed red on the center monitor.

Small.

Almost invisible among millions of dollars.

Exactly the kind of payment someone hoped no one would notice.

Rook stepped closer.

“What am I looking at?”

“This transfer occurred three days after the mountain.”

The warehouse grew quiet.

Fathom opened another account.

Then another.

Lines appeared between them.

One shell company led to a foreign bank, which transferred the money into an investment fund before routing it through a private security contractor.

Fathom enlarged the company’s name.

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