“I will follow in my car.”

Declan spat on the ground.

“I’m coming too.”

“I want to see what else her father took.”

Marcus opened the back door of a black armored SUV.

“After you, Miss Callahan,” Marcus said.

I climbed into the leather seat, the warmth of the vehicle’s heater hitting my cold face.

Marcus sat in the front passenger seat, while two of Victor’s guards sat on either side of me.

The doors locked with a heavy, automated click.

As the SUV pulled away from the pier, I clutched the damp leather binder to my chest.

The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows.

We drove through the commercial district, the neon signs casting red and green glows over the dark streets.

The leather of the seat was cold against my damp jeans.

The smell of wet wool and expensive cologne filled the small space of the SUV.

I turned the pages of the binder carefully, trying not to let the paper tear.

The ink had run in some places, but the numbers were still legible.

I looked at the transaction dates.