He reached out toward me, but stopped himself before making contact.

“The password on the encrypted volume is the name of his first yacht,” Philip said. “The *Nautilus Ⅱ*. Capital N, with a double zero at the end.”

My phone vibrated violently in my hand.

The screen showed Lena’s name.

I swiped the screen and put the call on speaker.

“Nora, I’m at the office,” Lena’s voice came through, crisp and loud over the speaker. “Our forensic team just received the email transfer from Philip’s address, but it’s locked tight.”

“I have the physical decryption hardware,” I said, looking at the black case. “And I have Philip.”

“Bring him to Midtown immediately,” Lena said. “And leave Margaret there.”

Margaret let out a sharp, choked sob.

“Philip, you cannot do this,” she said, her voice cracking as she reached for his wet sleeve. “He is your brother. It will destroy the family.”

“The family is already broke, Mother,” Philip said, pulling his arm away from her grip.

He turned toward the front door, not waiting for her to speak again.