Marcus lunged toward the side exit.
None of them made it.
Lucas looked at me as they dragged him away.
“You don’t understand!”
I stared back.
“No.”
I shook my head.
“You don’t understand.”
“You married the wrong woman.”
But the arrests were only the beginning.
Two weeks later, an informant named Raymond contacted Valery.
He had information about the person controlling the offshore network.
A woman named Beatrice.
The money.
The forged identities.
The properties.
The shell companies.
All of it led back to one luxury club in Panama City.
So Valery and I went there with federal investigators.
We didn’t go looking for revenge.
We went looking for the final piece of the puzzle.
