The metal doors clamped together, trapping my coat.

I pulled myself free, tumbling onto the dirty floor of the car with the twins.

The train jolted forward, pulling away from the platform.

Through the glass windows of the doors, I saw the men running alongside the train.

One of them held up a phone, his face cold and determined.

The train plunged into the dark tunnel, leaving them behind.

But I knew they wouldn’t stop.

They had the resources of the entire Romano syndicate.

I sat on the floor of the empty subway car, holding the carriers close.

My phone, tucked into my pocket, began to vibrate against my thigh.

The screen lit up in the dim light of the train.

It was a text message from an unsaved number.

I hesitated, then swiped the screen to read it.

The screen read: *We know about the bank, Clara. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.*

My thumb trembled as I cleared the message.

They knew about the safety deposit box.

My mother had kept the key hidden inside her old nursing textbook at Sullivan’s Diner.