“Call Agent Vance with the FBI,” Ryker ordered. “Tell him we have Voss on the hook.”

Marco nodded once and pulled out his own phone.

“What is your plan?” I asked.

“Voss is arrogant,” Ryker said, walking toward his private study. “He thinks he has won. When he thinks he has won, he talks.”

I followed him into the study.

The room was dark, smelling of old leather and polished wood.

Outside, a cold Chicago wind rattled the glass windowpanes.

“We need to get him to admit to his crimes,” Ryker said, sitting behind his desk. “On tape.”

“A federal wiretap,” I said, realizing his strategy.

“Exactly,” Ryker said. “The FBI has been investigating his financial dealings for months. They just need a solid confession to tie him to the fraud.”

“And Mara’s accident?” I asked softly.

Ryker’s jaw tightened at the mention of his late sister.

“If he had a hand in what happened to Mara, I will get him to admit that too,” Ryker said.

The door to the study opened, and Marco walked in.