The Woman From HelixGrid

"Then notice this." Ethan slid a folded printout across the table. The wire transfer confirmation. Account numbers partially blacked out. Origin visible. Nora's expression did not change, which told him more than surprise would have. "You expected something," he said. "Not that." "But something." She looked up. Her eyes were gray-green, colder under fluorescent light. "Marcus called three former prosecutors last night. He asked hypotheticals about market manipulation, hacked research, and whether receiving stolen information without asking for it created liability." "That's thoughtful of him." "Marcus is never thoughtful. He is positioning." "Against me?" "Around you."