51|Nadia Van Staden

"How far is Angelo with the financials?" Tim asked, turning on his laptop.

"He knows a guy," Austin replied and hit play on the security footage he was watching before the unplanned break. "I'm guessing we'll know more about the other accounts in a week or two."

"So I heard the girls met up last night. Something about Orlando's ancestry project—"

Austin nodded, but he was barely listening. All his attention was on the full HD clip of the VIP room at Gold Rush, more specifically, at the elderly grey-haired woman with a pen and paper in her hand. She looked like a harmless, ordinary punter, but from all the footage Austin had seen of her so far, he'd quickly worked out she was the captain of this ship and ran it with military precision.

"Interesting," he murmured, rubbing his chin, a thoughtful look in his eye.

What would possess an elderly person to even think of running such a scheme was beyond him. But then again, he decided, as he threw off his tie and contemplated the array of bott