“What is it, Ana?” I asked, reaching out to touch her sleeve.

Ana looked up at me, her eyes wide with sudden alarm.

“The offshore ledger,” she whispered. “Someone is deleting the files from the server right now.”

“Stop them,” I croaked, my throat dry and tight.

Ana’s fingers flew across the screen of her phone.

“I’m trying to freeze the external access,” she said, her voice shaking.

The lead paramedic pushed my gurney into the back of the ambulance.

“We have to go, ma’am,” the paramedic told Ana.

“I’ll meet you at Sutter General,” Ana said to me, backing away into the flashing blue light.

The double doors of the ambulance slammed shut, cutting off the cool night air.

The siren wailed above me, a constant, piercing vibration that rattled my skull.

I stared at the fluorescent strip light on the ceiling of the vehicle.

The paramedic checked my pulse and slipped an oxygen mask over my face.

The plastic smelled like sterile rubber and rubbing alcohol.

My mind raced faster than the wheels on the wet asphalt.

Mark was behind this.