Chapter 5

Days went by, one after another.

In my little Glenbrook rental, my evenings were divided into two. Half was just living. The place measured 370 square feet, and cleaning it took five minutes at most. The other half went to work. It was not bank work anymore. This was my own personal mission.

My notebook was spread open on the folding table, covered in printed transaction records that I had taped across the pages.

James' assets in the country were just the apartment, the car, and four hundred thousand dollars in savings. But through Harbor Holdings Ltd., he had been…