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Blake nodded. Because if he let himself believe anything else, he’d lose his mind.

A phone rang across the room, and Emmett answered it. Blake kept his attention on the screen.

He’d been reviewing the information they had on South Star without any luck. But as he studied the information again, something caught his eye.

A payment. Not the one made to Gallagher before the apartment fire, but another one.

He leaned closer. The amount wasn’t large enough to attract attention. But the date⁠—

He frowned. “Hey, Emmett.”

“Yeah?” The team leader looked up.

“Come here.” Blake pointed to the screen as Emmett approached. “Look at this.”

Emmett leaned over his shoulder. “What am I looking at?”

“A payment made through one of Whitaker’s holding companies. It’s listed as a security consultation.”

“And?”

“Look at the date.”

Emmett studied it. “That’s two days before the farmhouse attack.”

Blake nodded. “Now look at the recipient.”

Emmett read the name aloud. “Crestview Risk Management.”

“Ever heard of them?”

His boss shook his head. “You?”

“Nope.” Blake opened another window. The company was registered in Virginia. Alexandria, to be exact.

Its website was professional but vague, filled with generic descriptions of security assessments, corporate risk evaluations, and protective services. The photos were stock. There were no names. No photographs of staff. No phone number.

Only a basic email.

“Looks like a shell,” Emmett murmured.

“I thought the same thing.” Blake continued searching.

The company’s registered agent led to another business. And another. Eventually, the trail circled back to a holding company connected to Graham Whitaker.

Blake leaned back, wincing from the sharp pull at his side. “Well, isn’t that interesting?”

Emmett straightened. “Hey, Boone. You’re gonna want to see this.”

Blake’s phone vibrated against the table.

Draven.

He answered immediately. “You find anything?”

Draven and Jethro had already been in Devon’s apartment for almost an hour.

“We found a device.”