I reached down, picking up the device with a trembling hand, and dialed Garrett’s number.

“Clara?” his voice answered on the first ring, sounding breathless and frantic. “Where are you?”

“Listen to me very carefully, Garrett,” I said, my voice cold and hard as steel. “Your mother didn’t work alone.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Look at your fiancée,” I said, staring at the screen in the dark.

I ended the call before he could reply, leaning back against the leather seat as the SUV tore through the storm.

The road ahead was dark, but for the first time, I could see every player on the board.

And I was not going to stop until I took them all down.

The car rounded a sharp curve, the headlights cutting through the heavy downpour, pointing toward the city lights of Chicago in the distance.

My phone buzzed again.

This time, it was a live video feed from my home security system.

I tapped the notification, holding my breath as the camera footage loaded.

The screen resolved into a view of my front hallway in Chicago.