Guarded Resolve

Pale dawn seeped past the heavy velvet curtains, casting dull gray streaks across the mahogany desk in the pavilion library. Leona Winslow had not closed her eyes once.

Before her lay the encrypted surveillance files Luc Locke had transmitted before midnight. The blue glow of the monitor washed over rows of bank ledgers, shell corporations, and offshore transfers linked directly to Sloane Carmic