“I know,” I replied.

“The grand jury convenes in forty-eight hours. We have a safehouse ready for you.”

“I will be there,” I said.

But we both knew the truth.

By the time the trial started, I would be far away.

I opened my banking app, checking the routing numbers I had set up weeks ago.

The balances were already shifting into the Swiss accounts.

Seven million dollars, clean and untraceable.

Just enough to buy a quiet life on a Mediterranean coast.

The police radio crackled again.

“Agent Vance, we have a problem at the downtown vault.”

Vance frowned, pressing the button on his collar.

“Report,” he said.

“The safe-deposit boxes are empty. Someone cleared them out two hours ago.”

Vance turned his head slowly to look at me.

I kept my face perfectly still, my breathing steady.

I had spent five years learning how to hide my thoughts from Arthur.

Hiding them from a federal agent was no different.

“Do you know anything about that, Clara?” Vance asked.

I shook my head.

“Arthur had many secrets,” I said. “Perhaps Gregory knew.”

Vance sighed, rubbing his temples.