“It did.”

“Protected you.”

He walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside. A dark sedan sat across the street. He assumed it was Claire’s. It wasn’t — it belonged to an investigator hired by the bank’s insurance company.

No one intended to arrest Ethan that night; there wasn’t yet enough evidence. But there was enough to stop him from moving the money or destroying what remained.

Every account tied to the transfers had been flagged. Every company in the ledger had received a preservation request. Every attempt to touch the money would create another record.

He let the curtain fall. “We need to go.”