She stopped, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You think you’ve won, Captain?” she whispered.

“You still have to prove those accounts aren’t yours.”

“The paperwork has your signature.”

“A forged signature,” Hayes said, stepping forward.

“Which our forensic handwriting experts have already flagged as a copy-paste job from her military contract.”

“Take her out, Deputy.”

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the living room suddenly quiet.

The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen.

Daniel took a step toward me, his hands still in his pockets.

“Morgan,” he whispered.

“Please.”

“Don’t,” I said, raising a hand to stop him.

“You believed her over me.”

“You let her question our daughter’s life.”

“I know,” he said, a tear escaping his eye and running down his cheek.

“I was a coward.”

“But I can help you destroy her.”

He pointed to my phone.

“There is more in that folder than just the audio,” he said.

“She has a second ledger.”

“It’s hidden in the safe behind the painting in the study.”

I looked at Hayes, who nodded to Lieutenant Miller.