The video cut off abruptly into static.

The room fell silent, save for the hum of the laptop fan.

“Hundreds of millions,” Tessa whispered, her eyes wide. “He didn’t just steal from the company. He stole the children’s entire inheritance.”

“And he killed her to keep it quiet,” Ryker said, his voice cold as ice.

Before I could answer, a loud, scraping sound vibrated through the steel door.

Someone was in the study.

They were tossing the room, throwing books from the shelves and slamming drawers.

Ryker reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

The screen lit up with a secure text message.

It was from Marco.

I leaned closer to read the glowing text over Ryker’s shoulder.

*Perimeter breached. Four armed men inside. I am moving the twins to the secondary safe location now.*

Ryker typed a fast reply.

*Do it. We are in the study panic room. Who sent them?*

A few seconds passed.

The typing bubbles appeared, then disappeared.

*It’s Voss’s men,* Marco replied. *But there is something else. I tracked the burner phone used to contact Celeste Reed.*