“He knew he was running out of time.”

The city lights blurred past us in the heavy rain.

Neon signs reflected off the wet asphalt, casting red and blue glows into the cabin of the car.

I looked down at the folder Dante had brought from the cellar.

I opened it on my lap, turning on the small overhead light.

The names of the shell companies were listed in alphabetical order.

*Apex Holdings. Blue Star Consulting. Crestview Investments.*

All of them had one thing in common.

They were all represented by Hale & Associates.

“She wasn’t just his lawyer,” I murmured.

“She was the architect.”

“She built the maze,” Dante agreed.

“And now we are going to burn it down.”

He turned the SUV onto the main avenue, heading toward the financial district.

The tall glass skyscrapers towered over us, disappearing into the low-hanging rain clouds.

Vanessa Hale’s office was located on the top floor of one of those buildings.

I turned the page, looking for any other names.

I stopped when I saw a bank transfer dated just three days ago.