KROSS

I sat in that shitty motel room with the curtains pulled tight, the only light coming from my laptop. The screen was full of numbers…fake company names, bullshit accounts, money sliding from one country to the next like a goddamn snake.

I followed every single dollar. Every late-night wire transfer, every cash drop. And it all pointed to one place: an old warehouse twenty miles outside the city. The building looked like it was about to fall, but I knew better. Brand-new locks. Cameras that cost more than most of my employees’ pay. Motion sensors. These assholes weren’t dumb. They just thought nobody would ever look.

I rubbed my...