Chapter 11

Late one Friday evening, Arthur was reviewing architectural blueprints in his private home office on the estate grounds.
His lead IT security consultant, a former NSA analyst, walked in unannounced with a solemn expression on his face.
"We decrypted Clara's personal laptop recovered from the safe house, Mr. Vance, and found something disturbing," the expert said.
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He placed a printed network routing diagram on the mahogany desk, pointing to a series of encrypted international IP addresses.
"Clara wasn't acting alone, and she didn't buy that poison off the street; it was supplied by a professional syndicate."