The memo line next to the twelve-thousand-dollar transfer had no reference number, no escrow code, and no contractor contract number.

I checked the secondary authorization signature block and saw that my name had been skipped altogether with an administrative override toggle.

I opened a screen capture tool, saved an exact PDF of the pending wire transfer to an encrypted drive, and shut the laptop.

I picked up my phone and called Mrs.

Mary Bennett across the street in Dublin.

Mary answered on the third ring, her warm, unhurried voice cutting straight through the quiet hum of the hotel air unit.

“Valerie, dear?” Mary said.