He glanced back at Viktor, who was holding Elias by the collar.

“Elias has already agreed to tell the federal authorities about your shell companies,” Roman said. “You are going to prison, Arthur. The only question is whether you go there alive.”

Dr. Patel stepped back, his hands raised in surrender.

“I had nothing to do with the money, Roman,” the doctor said. “Arthur forced me to alter the medical records. He told me he would cut off the clinic’s funding if I didn’t help him.”

“We will deal with you later, doctor,” Roman said.

Arthur looked at the laptop, then at me, his eyes pleading.

“Lena, please,” he said. “I am your father.”

“You sold me to the Blackwells to buy yourself time,” I said.

I walked over to the desk and reached for the laptop.

I looked at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

I knew that if I entered the secondary key now, I could redirect the funds myself.

I could secure my mother’s specialized medical rescue from the Zurich clinic.

I could dismantle the rival syndicate that had threatened us for years.