“I’ll tell the police everything, Ethan,” Victoria said.

“They won’t find a thing,” Ethan said, leaning forward.

He set his glass down on the table with a heavy thud.

“The police work for my mother,” he said.

He stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her chin.

“The brake lines are so easy to cut, Victoria,” he whispered.

“You’re crazy,” she said, trying to pull away.

“If you speak to anyone, you’ll have a very sudden accident,” Ethan said.

The video cut to black.

I sat frozen, my hands hovering over the keyboard.

The silence in the safe house was deafening, broken only by the clanking radiator.

My phone vibrated on the table, the screen lighting up.

It was a text from my personal banker.

My brow furrowed.

I picked up the phone and read the message.

*URGENT: Your accounts have been temporarily suspended due to suspicious activity. Please contact client services.*

I quickly opened my banking app.

The screen showed a zero balance across my checking and savings accounts.

The Prescott family was moving fast.

Before I could digest the message, my secure military phone rang.