“We searched your office and your home two hours ago,” Sarah said.

Her voice did not rise.

It did not need to.

“We have the second set of ledgers.

We have the account keys.

We have the communications between your servers and the shell companies.

This is not informal advice, Mr.

Vance, and it is not a misunderstanding.” She let the words sit in the air of the gate, unhurried, and I watched them land on Julian one by one.