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“To find this guy, a person would have to move quickly. Is that what you’re saying?”

His gaze narrowed. “For you to find him?”

I nodded.

“It would require more than moving quickly. It would entail finding a computer genius who was capable of hacking deep into the bowels of a financial network designed to thwart such activity. There’s a handful of such people. They’re either employed by the government, or they’re very anti-government,” he explained.

“A hacker?”

“A hacker who isn’t opposed to breaking the law. They’d have to search without warrants, or cause. The person in question would have to be a criminal with experience in manipulating funds. Not simply a criminal, a professionalcriminal.”

My mouth twisted into a smirk.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you know such a mastermind?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

Eager to find my money – and to bury the prick who stole it – I brushed the wrinkles from my dress and straightened my posture.

“Take your time giving the FBI any information they might need,” I said. “It’ll buy me some time. I may need it.”

“If you retrieve the funds before they do, there’ll likely be no prosecution for the crime.”

I chuckled a dry laugh. “If I catch this son-of-a-bitch, there’ll be nothing left of him to prosecute.”