LYRA

“Still no move from Kelvin or Jason?” I asked as I stood outside the bridal shop.

Louis’s voice came through the phone, calm but alert. “None yet. Jason’s covering his tracks, but not well enough. The documents you sent me are real. The funds were transferred to an offshore account under a shell company. But his signature is not on it. Someone else is going to take the fall."

My grip on the phone tightened. "He is such a f**king b**tard. When will we get him?"

“Soon,” ...