“You said Grant told you the trust doesn’t pay taxes.”

Sienna nodded, her eyes red and puffy.

“He laughed about it once,” Sienna said, wrapping her arms around herself.

“He said they have a master ledger that lists the real payments.”

“Where would they keep something like that?” Naomi asked, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“It’s not in the main folders we downloaded.”

“It’s hidden in the digital archive of the Harrow Foundation,” Sienna said.

“Grant has a folder labeled ‘Landscaping Archives 2018.'”

“But it’s encrypted.”

Naomi quickly clicked through the directories on the drive.

She found the folder.

A password prompt popped up on the screen.

“Do you know the password?” I asked, leaning forward.

“I watched him type it once,” Sienna said.

“It’s the GPS coordinates of their estate in Medina, followed by his mother’s initials.”

Sienna recited the numbers from memory.

Naomi typed them in, followed by ‘AH’.

The screen flashed, and the folder opened.

A massive spreadsheet filled the screen, containing thousands of rows of transactions.

Naomi gasped, her eyes scanning the columns.

“This is it,” Naomi whispered.