Zara
I stared at my laptop screen until my eyes burned. Numbers, dates, financial records. All the boring stuff that made politicians rich and voters stupid.
Blake Hart's life spread across my desk like a puzzle missing half its pieces.
"Find anything interesting?" Axel asked from the doorway.
I looked up. My brother stood there with two cups of coffee and dark circles under his eyes. He'd been up all night too.
"Maybe," I said, taking the coffee gratefully. "Your senator friend has expensive ...taste."
"How expensive?"
I turned my laptop around. "See this? Three million dollar house in Georgetown. Another two million in campaign contributions from companies that don't exist."
"Shell companies?"
"Has to be. I traced five of them back to the same address. A mailbox in Delaware."
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