That was two months before I took Luca and ran.

I turned the page, my heart beating a little faster against my ribs.

Below the dock transfer was a dissolution agreement for a logistics firm called Altera shipping.

I knew that company.

It was the front Marcus Vance had used to move illegal cargo across the state line.

The agreement state that the company was permanently dissolved, its assets liquidated, and the warehouse leased to a commercial grocery chain.

I reached for another folder, my hands shaking as I pulled out a thick ledger.

The columns of numbers were tallies of severances.

Dozens of names were listed, men I had seen standing guard at the estate, men who had sworn loyalty to the Moretti name.

Next to each name was a massive payout figure, followed by signed non-disclosure agreements and relocation contracts.

He had paid them to leave the state.

He had paid them to walk away from the life.

“I didn’t want you to find those,” a quiet voice said from the doorway.

I jumped, dropping the ledger back onto the desk.