Chapter 144

Gideon had been hunched over the dining table for more than two hours, poring over the files Chase had pulled from Sloane's computer. Hard drives, printed emails, passwords and logins, chat backups, screenshots of bank transfers—a mountain of data spread before us like the pieces of some dark, intricate puzzle.

"Found anything?" I asked, walking over with two steaming mugs of coffee.

He exhaled he