Chapter 16 — The Connection

Months earlier, my consulting firm had flagged irregularities in the beach club’s bid for a city redevelopment contract.

Seraphina had convinced herself that destroying me would bury the audit and win her family’s contract back.

Instead, her forged documents had done the opposite — they had tied the old network to the new theft, the past crime to the present one, in a chain anyone could now follow across a two-million-dollar room.

Federal agents moved toward Folarin.

Officers closed around Seraphina.