CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT – UNDER THE COVER OF NIGHT

It started with a nagging hunch...a throwaway comment from one of Chandler's underlings that prompted a late-night review of financial records. Before long, Jasmine and Gordon found themselves huddled over Case Files in his dingy office, long past standard working hours. "This can't be right..." Jasmine squinted at the documents through the hazy blutz of a desk lamp, rubbing her temples. "These offshore accounts were supposed to have been frozen during the asset seizures. But there are dozens of wire transfers outgoing in the past few months." Gordon sat back with a grunt, scrubbing a hand through his already tousled hair. "Looks like Chandler had more shells set up than we realized. Sneaky bastard..." "This complicates things, though," Jasmine mused, gnawing her lip anxiously as dots began connecting. "All that money moving...it could mean he had other deals cooking we knew nothing about." Gordon's eyes sharpened with grim realization. "You think he had another art smuggling ring