“She has your master password,” I said. “The one you keep in your desk drawer in Boston. The one you never changed.”

He shook his head, his hand trembling slightly as he set his glass down. “No. She wouldn’t. We’re rebuilding this together. She told me she loved me.”

“She loved your bank account,” Julian said. “And right now, she’s emptying it.”

Adrian grabbed his phone, his thumb tapping the screen frantically.

He tried to make a call, but it went straight to voicemail.

He tried again, his breathing growing louder, more ragged.

“Serena,” he whispered into the phone when the voicemail beeped. “Call me back. Where are you?”

He hung up and looked at the laptop screen again.

A new line of text appeared.

The final two point two million had just been transferred.

The reserve account balance was now zero.

“She took everything,” Adrian said, his voice cracking. “The payroll. The supplier deposits. Everything.”

“The flight leaves at eight-thirty,” I said, checking my watch. “It’s seven-fifteen.”

Adrian stood up so quickly he knocked his chair back against the wall.