Chapter 7 - The Money Trail To Wall Street
Jax expanded the spreadsheet across three wide screens, his eyes tracking the movement of fifty million dollars through offshore accounts.
The money had been moved from a private hedge fund in Midtown Manhattan into shell companies registered in the Cayman Islands.
"This isn't just syndicate money," Jax realized, his jaw clenching as he read the signatory names on the transfer receipts.
"This is federal bailout money diverted from the Department of Transportation three months ago."
Maya leaned over his shoulder, pointing a trembling finger at the final signature at the bottom of the wire transfer.
"That's Senator Richard Vance," Maya confirmed softly, her breath hitting the glass screen.
"He's the chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee... and he's the man who hired your firm to guard the rooftop lounge."
Jax leaned back in his leather chair, the puzzle pieces finally snapping into a horrifying picture of systemic betrayal.
Vance had used Jax's elite private security company as a blind front to move stolen federal assets across the city.
When Maya's investigative unit got too close to the truth, Vance ordered Victor to eliminate her and frame Jax for the leak.
"We aren't just fighting a local street syndicate, Maya," Jax said, his voice dropping into an octave of lethal focus.
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"We're fighting a United States Senator who owns half the judges in New York State."
Suddenly, a high-pitched red light began flashing across the warehouse ceiling, accompanied by a soft, rhythmic warning tone.
