The machine whined and began feeding out crisp white pages.

“Sorry for the noise,” Daniel said.

“But we have a serious time problem.

Aaron approved the final vendor invoices an hour ago while you were standing on the sidewalk.”

He gathered the first stack of pages and handed them to me.

The paper was still warm from the printer.

I read the top sheet.

It showed a wire transfer request for eleven million four hundred thousand dollars, sent to a shell company in the Cayman Islands.