Sofia's Files

Ethan called immediately. She answered on the first ring. "What do you mean missing?" "His overseas flight landed. His wife got off. He didn't. She says he never boarded." Ethan looked at the Atlas exposure map, the names, the dates, the elegant architecture of influence. For months he had treated the investigation like a dangerous trade: size the risk, verify the data, avoid emotional decisions. Now the trade had become a person. "Send me everything he gave you," Ethan said. "That puts you in the chain." "I am already in the chain." Through the glass walls, Manhattan glowed with indifferent beauty. Somewhere below, Victor Kane's bank was still making markets, publishing research, advising politicians, financing funds, and speaking publicly