The glowing screen of the smartphone lit up the dark corners of the luxury hotel suite with a harsh, cold light. Clara stared down at the small display, her fingers trembling slightly as the live video feed from the Zurich International Bank played out right in front of her eyes.

The camera angle was high up near the ceiling, hidden neatly in the corner of a massive stone-walled vault room filled with rows of heavy steel deposit boxes.

There, standing right in the center of the secure vault wing, was Marcus Vance.

He wore an expensive gray overcoat, looking entirely relaxed despite the freezing snowstorm raging outside and the arrest...