The memory of the hot oil hitting my back flashed through my mind.

I could still feel the phantom heat, the smell of burning flesh, the sound of my own screams.

I closed my eyes tightly until the memory faded.

“We will need a full statement regarding the trust accounts,” Sullivan said.

“Every transaction Ethan tried to make.”

“Every document he forged.”

“I have the files on my laptop,” I said.

“The backup is in my personal cloud account.”

“I will give you the passwords.”

Sullivan wrote something down in his pad and closed it with a snap.

“Get some sleep, Natalie,” he said.

“I will be back tomorrow morning with the formal arrest reports.”

He stood up and nodded to Rachel.

“Thank you, Detective,” Rachel said.

Sullivan walked to the door and opened it.

The bright light from the hallway spilled into the room once more.

Before he could step out, his phone rang.

He pulled it from his pocket and answered it.

“Sullivan,” he said.

He listened for a moment.

His expression went from calm to rigid.

His jaw tightened.