Chapter 46

General Dawkins wanted to know if the intel was solid and up-to-date. William explained that while it might not be fresh off the press, murder doesn't come with an expiration date. He was pretty certain these guys were still funneling cash through the same four banks in Miami, seeing as the ownership hadn't budged. Plus, with stuff like prostitution and gambling, not to mention the sickening underage sex trade, raking in even more dough these days, tracking the money back to the bigwigs wouldn't be rocket science.

"Mister Zabo, did you have any clue your daughter could lead us to their satellite center for money transfers, and track their global operations?"

William was furious. He shot a glare at Michael Free and demanded, "You let my daughter pull that off?"

"William, let me tell you, arguing with your daughter is like banging your head against a brick wall. I said 'No', she told me to shove it, and threatened to