Chapter Twenty-Three: Connecting The Dots Pt 2

“What do you MEAN the account doesn’t exist?” I sputter in disbelief, my brain trying to comprehend the words being spoken to me over the phone.

“What’s going on?” Silas asks, entering the living room, buttoning up his long-sleeved shirt with a concerned look on his face, but I hold my hand up for him not to interrupt me right now.

“I can’t say it more clearly Dasha. I can see the record of the transaction, but the account the transfer was made from was closed the following day. The account no longer exists. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” says my contact solemnly.

I hang up and toss my phone on the couch, “Well, that was a fucking waste of time,” I say acerbically.

“What was that you said about the account not existing?” He asks curiously.

“He said that the day after the transaction, the account was closed. No forwarding details, no trail. Nothing,” I huff, running my fingers through my hair in aggravation.

“Maybe it’s time to try one of my contacts,” he announces, gaining my