“It’s me,” he whispered.

The connection was clear, but his voice was shaking.

“I’m in my car,” he said. “I told her I needed to drive to the all-night pharmacy for some sleep aids.”

“Where is she?” I asked.

“She’s asleep,” he said, though he didn’t sound sure. “Or she was when I left. I didn’t look back.”

“Ethan, tell me what you found,” I said, leaning my elbow on my knee.

“I went back into the desk after she fell asleep,” he said, his breath hitching. “I found a folder hidden behind the tax files.”

I heard the sound of rain drumming against his car roof.

“It’s a corporate registry for an entity called Apex Holdings,” he said.

My heart stopped.

“Apex Holdings is the logistics contractor Aaron named,” I said. “The one that operated the transport site near Bagram.”

“Cassandra is listed as the sole director, Grace,” Ethan said, and I could hear the tears in his voice now.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Her signature is on the incorporation papers,” he sobbed. “It’s from four years ago. Right after the incident with Aaron’s unit.”