Money leaves a trail that never stops existing; every transfer is a footprint in wet concrete, permanent, dated, pointing somewhere.

My whole professional life is walking those trails, and I had put the best forensic accountant I know on this one before the sun came up, and by the time the troopers arrived the offshore account was already frozen and the recovery already in motion.

That is the thing the Chloes of the world never understand until it is far too late: hiding money does not make it safe.

It just makes a longer, clearer trail for someone like me to follow.