Knew it. He wanted to growl, but instead simply nodded. “I figured that.”

“You would.” She forced a smile. “You’re smart, with that comp-sci thing.”

This time he pointed at the screen because he couldn’t bear to see the pain tightening her face. “White coats and UC Med School?”

She nodded hard once. “Right. Look at this business—APG White Coat Distribution. I think LJM went to med school at UC. There’s a ceremony all entering med students participate in—the White Coat Ceremony where they get—”

“Their white coats,” Diesel finished. “So it’s a distribution.”

“Yes.” She was nodding emphatically again and he was relieved to see the spark return to her eyes. “Exactly. The ‘APG’ stands for the Arnold P. Gold Foundation, which sponsors the ceremony.”

“And why UC?” But Diesel saw the entry she was pointing at and answered his own question. “Bearcat Medical Services.” The mascot for the university was a bearcat. “Okay. Got it.”

“LJM may have gone to UC undergrad, too,” she said. “Scioto Associates. Scioto Hall’s a dorm, and med students don’t generally live in the dorms.” A triumphant smile tipped her lips. “We may be able to get her name.”

He’d already figured on searching—or hacking, if he needed to—the med school’s rosters to find students with the initials LJM, but he wanted to know how Dani would approach it. “How?”

“We know when she was an undergraduate, because Scioto Hall was closed for years. It got renovated and didn’t reopen until . . .” Her brows furrowed. “I’m not sure of the exact date, but I can look it up.”

Diesel quickly typed out the search. “Reopened in 2016. Renovation started in 2014, but it hadn’t been used for a residence hall since 2008.”

“All right. If she got her white coat, then she’d at least finished her first year of med school. Let’s start with last year’s ceremony. She would have had to have graduated from undergrad in 2017. Still in time to live in Scioto, but just barely, because the 2016–17 term was the first time that students lived there in a decade.”

Diesel liked the odds better now. “We have a one-year window of her possible attendance at UC’s medical school.”

Dani frowned. “Unless she was an undergrad student in 2008, when Scioto Hall last housed students.”

“Unlikely. All of these businesses were established within the last year. A few within the last nine months.”

“I wonder why they added more companies later. They’re not real companies, are they?”

Diesel shook his head. “No. They might hold money for a little while, until it can be transferred to one of the other companies, which is what was happening here. Money moved all around these businesses, feeding LJM Industries. Other than that, they’re empty. Shells.”

She made a face. “Makes sense, given that they’re shell companies, right? Which ones are the most recent?”