She watched me for a long moment, then pressed a button on her desk.

“Send Miles in.”

Miles was her lead financial investigator, a quiet man with wire-rimmed glasses and the kind of face that looked capable of finding deception in a grocery receipt.

He came in carrying a tablet, a legal pad, and no unnecessary words. Valerie handed him the ledger.

“We start with Trevor Bloom,” she said. “Business filings, loans, personal credit, property ties, company guarantees, transfer history, public records, asset movement, Melanie’s accounts where accessible through proper channels.

Priority review.”