“No,” I said.

We walked toward the glass doors leading to the boarding docks.

The water below was black and choppy.

Suddenly, a loud horn sounded from a departing ferry, making me jump.

Then, my phone buzzed with a text message.

It was from the same unknown number.

*Behind the ticket booth. Quick.*

I pointed toward the large wooden ticket booth near the exit.

We walked quickly, our wet shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor.

As we rounded the corner, I saw her.

Sienna was huddled against the wall, wearing a dark hoodie and sunglasses despite the night.

Her face was streaked with tears, and her hands were shaking.

“Amelia,” she breathed, stepping forward.

She held a small silver USB drive in her right hand.

“Is this it?” Naomi asked, stepping between Sienna and the open lobby.

“Yes,” Sienna said, her voice trembling. “It has everything. The bank names, the account numbers, the transfer receipts to the politicians.”

“We have the agreement ready,” Naomi said, pulling a folded document from her coat. “Once you sign this, we are your legal counsel. We will protect you.”