The startling revelation regarding Leontes left Zeraida and Xaviere facing an intricate puzzle. If Leontes had been shielded by someone capable of rewriting police inquiries and scrubbing digital trails, that culprit possessed vast leverage across both high finance and local government.
They retreated deep into the estate's private security control room, meticulously scanning every surviving transaction log tied to Evelyn's final days.
For nearly three hours, the screens yielded nothing beyond dead ends and redundant line items. The air grew thick with quiet frustration as line after line of numbers flashed past their tired eyes.
Then an obscure routing sequence buried inside an old offshore bank transfer caught Zeraida's attention.
"Wait," she murmured, leaning closer to the high-resolution monitor.
Xaviere turned toward her immediately, his fingers instantly hovering over the primary trackpad to halt the automated scroll.
