“Which is in your private safe,” Ryker said.

“In my head,” Voss corrected him, tapping his temple with his index finger.

“Brilliant,” Ryker murmured.

He turned toward the window, looking out at the foggy city streets below.

“But it wasn’t enough, was it?” Ryker asked.

“What do you mean?” Voss asked, his smile faltering slightly.

“Mara found out,” Ryker said.

The room went entirely silent.

The only sound was the low, electric hum of the building’s ventilation system.

I held my breath, watching the older man’s face.

This was the dangerous part of our gamble.

This was the admission we desperately needed to capture.

Voss’s eyes darkened, the smug warmth leaving his face in an instant.

“Your sister was too curious for her own good,” Voss said.

“She was a mother protecting her children’s future,” Ryker said, turning back to face him with cold fury in his eyes.

“She was a nuisance,” Voss snapped, slamming his palm onto the mahogany table.

“She found the Zurich accounts,” Ryker said. “She told you she was going to the federal prosecutors.”

“She threatened to ruin everything I spent my life building,” Voss said.