Declan turned off the engine, and the headlights died, plunging us into darkness.

“We go inside, set up the network, and make the leak,” I said.

“Then we wait.”

Declan open his door, the cool, wet air rushing into the cabin.

“Let’s get inside before Victor’s scouts find this block,” Declan said.

We hurried up the concrete steps of the safehouse.

Roman unlocked the heavy oak door with a keycard.

The interior was dusty, smelling of old paper and stale air.

I sat at a wooden table in the center of the room, opening my laptop.

My hands were cold, but they had stopped shaking.

I inserted the flash drive, the screen lighting up my face.

“Are you sure about this, Maeve?” Roman asked, standing over my shoulder.

“If your father realizes the ledger is fake, he will run deeper.”

“He won’t realize it,” I said, typing quickly.

“I know how he thinks.”

I began to modify the digital signature on the offshore transfer document.

Just as I clicked the send button to transmit the encrypted file to a contact at the docks, the power in the room abruptly cut out.