The red financial charts flashed brightly across the small glass screen of the tablet. Numbers tumbled downward at a terrifying speed, showing millions of shares of Vane-Vance stock being dumped into the open market by an unknown enemy.

Silas tapped his fingers against the polished wood table with fierce speed. His bright eyes narrowed as he watched the digital data move across the secure network. The attack was not coming from New York or London. It was coming from a hidden offshore IP address bouncing signals across the warm Atlantic waters.

Clara stood up from the velvet sofa, her heart beating fast against her ribs. She smoothed down her silk...