“He set up a network of shell companies in Panama and Luxembourg,” Mara explained, holding up a stack of paper documents to the camera.

“I found the ledgers. I found the transaction receipts.”

She zoomed the camera in on the papers for a moment.

The numbers were staggering, row after row of wire transfers in the tens of millions.

“It is hundreds of millions of dollars, Ryker,” Mara said, her voice cracking.

“He found out that I knew. He threatened me. He told me that if I went to you, or to the police, Lily and Owen would pay the price.”

My chest tightened as I thought of the sweet five-year-old twins sleeping upstairs in the main house’s hidden nursery wing.

“I had to take them and run,” Mara said, looking directly into the lens.

“I tried to hide the evidence where he couldn’t find it. The flash drive you have contains every routing number, every account, and every forged signature Gideon used.”

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“Keep them safe, Ryker. Please. He wants the legacy, and he will kill anyone who gets in his—”