Miranda's eyes darted from one monitor to the next in Nolan's sophisticated home office. Each screen displayed complex financial records from Shelton Industries. She'd been analyzing transaction logs all morning, cross-referencing dates as Collins forwarded information, searching for patterns that might expose the company thief.
"Any breakthroughs?" Nolan asked, placing a steaming cup of coffee beside her.
"Maybe this," Miranda pointed to a particular screen. "Look at the pattern emerging. These transfers are all under ten thousand dollars—just below the threshold that would trigger automatic alerts. They're being routed through identical account sequences before disappearing offshore."
Nolan leaned in closer, his cologne enveloping her as he studied the data. "Sophisticated. But they've left breadcrumbs."
He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Collins's coming over this afternoon. Her programming expertise should help us uncover more."
