Caleb stared at the name on the screen, his heartbeat steady, his mind already running through what this meant. Elias. Dante's lieutenant. The man who had sat across from him at the bar, warning him with a smile that if his lead turned up empty, there would be consequences. It hadn't been an idle threat. Elias had been playing the same game, only better, moving pieces before anyone could see the board. Caleb exhaled slowly. "Can you trace where it went next?" Felix didn't look up, his fingers gliding over the keyboard. "It's buried under a dozen layers, but the pattern is clear. He didn't just reroute the credits. He's been moving them for months. Smaller amounts, spaced apart, nothing that would draw attention on its own. But together? He's siphoning off a fortune." Caleb kept his expression neutral. "Dante doesn't know." Felix huffed. "If he did, Elias wouldn't still be breathing." Caleb nodded. "Then I need proof that he can't talk his way out of." Felix leaned back, cracking his knuckles. "That's going to cost you." Caleb met his eyes. "You'll get it when I walk away from this alive." Felix considered him for a moment before turning back to his screens. "Then let's hope you're still breathing in the morning." Data flickered across the monitors, streams of transactions narrowing into patterns, forming the shape of betrayal. Finally, Felix smirked. "Got it. A private server, off-network. He's using it as a ledger to track everything. If you get in, you can see every deal he's made, every credit he's stolen." Caleb's fingers curled into a fist. This wasn't just a mistake Elias could explain away. It was treason. And in Dante's world, that only had one outcome. "Where?" Felix typed in a command. A location flashed across the screen. Caleb committed it to memory. "You didn't get this from me," Felix muttered. "I was never here." Caleb turned toward the door. "Then let's make sure no one ever finds out." He stepped into the night, the weight of what came next settling onto his shoulders. He had the truth now. The only question was whether he could survive long enough to use it.