“It’s more than just a housing project,” Reyes said, staring at the final decrypted files that had just popped up on the screen.

“Look at these environmental reports,” Reyes said, turning the tablet so Jake could see.

“They bought sixty acres of protected wetlands just north of the state park,” Jake said, reading over Reyes’s shoulder.

“They didn’t have the permits to build there,” I said.

“They didn’t care,” Reyes said. “They used your trust money to pay off the local zoning commissioner and buy the land before the environmental survey could be filed.”

“It’s an illegal development,” Jake said, his teeth clenched.

“It’s a massive fraud scheme,” Reyes corrected him. “And they used your name as the primary investor on the federal loan applications.”

My hand began to shake where it rested on Owen’s back.

“So if the project fails, or if the EPA shuts it down…” I started.

“Jake is the one who goes to federal prison,” Reyes finished.

“While Walter and Logan walk away with the cash they funneled out of the construction loans,” Jake said.

The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.