The line on the speakerphone crackled.

“I’m on my way,” Detective Harper’s voice boomed through the room.

“I am two blocks away.”

“Keep her there.”

Melanie stopped struggling, her eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal.

She looked at me, her chest heaving.

“You think you’ve won?” she hissed.

“You have no idea what Mom and Dad did with that money.”

“If the audit goes through, we all go down.”

“Even you, Sadie.”

I stared at her, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Melanie smiled, a desperate, hysterical look on her face.

“The accounts are registered in your name, too,” she said.

“They’ve been using your signature for ten years.”

“If there is fraud, the police will come for you first.”

The room fell completely silent.

I looked at Marcus, his face pale under the office lights.

He slowly looked down at the documents on his desk, his fingers frozen over the keys of his computer.

Outside, the faint sound of a police siren began to wail in the distance, cutting through the sound of the rain.