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He looks at the screen, then reaches into the bag he brought from the airfield. “Give me a minute.”

Nobody crowds him. Matteo works better without multiple people watching over his shoulder, so the rest of us continue searching while he connects what he needs and starts working around the login.

I return to the papers on the desk.

There are property addresses mixed through the records, some in Chicago, some outside the city, and several that match the list we already saw at the airfield. I recognize the warehouse immediately. I recognize the office suite. The house we are standing in appears under another company name, confirming that Antonio’s ownership trail was right.

Matteo says, “I’m in.”

We converge on the desk.

He has bypassed the login and opened the local files. There are more folders than I expect, most of them labeled with company names, properties, dates, and transaction numbers. Matteo starts with the most recent activity rather than trying to work through years of records.

“Last login was today,” he says. “A little after 3:00.”

“They were here this afternoon,” Ricardo says.

“Someone was.”

Matteo opens the recent files.

The first few are property reports. The next is a spreadsheet with dozens of LLCs, addresses, owners, lenders, and internal notes.

Antonio recognizes several of the entities immediately and starts matching them against the documents he brought from Atlantic City.

“This is the structure we were tracing,” he says. “They’re moving assets between their own companies, changing values, refinancing, and separating the same people behind layers of ownership.”

Giovanni looks at the screen. “That explains the fraud. It doesn’t explain why they cleared out, though. They couldn't have known we were coming, and if they had, they wouldn't have left all of this.”

Matteo keeps going.

A folder near the top of the recent list catches his attention. It is newer than the others and contains screenshots, search logs, IP information, and a series of saved lookup reports.

“What is that?” Dante asks.

Matteo opens the first report and reads for several seconds before scrolling down. “They’re tracking searches against the companies.”

Antonio moves closer. “What kind of searches?”

“Property records, corporate filings, ownership lookups. Someone has been checking the entities tied to these addresses, and they noticed.”

My attention locks onto the screen.

Matteo opens another file.

It contains a list of dates, names of LLCs, and the records that were accessed. Several searches occurred today. Others happened earlier, but the most recent cluster is concentrated within a few hours.

Today.

My pulse jumps once.

It could still be coincidence.

“Who?” I ask roughly.

Matteo gives me a confused look at my tone.

“Who?” I repeat.