My baby was safe for now, shielded by the man who was systematically erasing my past.

“Now for the dummy corporations in Delaware,” Dante said.

He looked at Vanessa again.

“The master passwords,” Dante said.

“They are in the black leather ledger in the bottom drawer,” Vanessa said, her voice shaking.

I bent down and pulled the drawer open.

The leather book was heavy and cold.

I handed it to Dante, our fingers brushing for a brief second.

His touch was warm, a stark contrast to the freezing room.

Dante flipped the pages, found the codes, and began typing them in.

“Marcus,” Dante said to the phone. “The shipping logs for the Panama holdings are being forwarded to the federal prosecutor’s office.”

“You’re destroying everything,” Marcus whispered.

“I am returning what you stole,” Dante said. “And what you cannot pay back, you will answer for.”

“I have partners,” Marcus threatened, his voice turning desperate. “They won’t let you do this.”

“Your partners are already buying your debt from me for pennies on the dollar,” Dante said.

He hit the enter key one last time.