“What did they take?” I asked.

“They deleted the primary estate inventory,” she said.

“But they didn’t get everything.”

She unzipped her briefcase and pulled out a thick manila folder.

“Abigail was smarter than they realized,” Ana whispered, looking toward the curtain.

She laid the folder on the rolling tray table over my bed.

“She didn’t keep the most important files on the firm’s main server.”

“She kept a physical backup in a safe deposit box.”

“I went to the bank branch downtown before they closed the vault for the night.”

I looked at the folder, my hand trembling as I reached for it.

“What is in there, Ana?” I asked.

She opened the cover, revealing pages of dense spreadsheets and bank routing numbers.

“This is Abigail’s second ledger,” Ana said.

“The sealed files contained a hidden record that none of us knew about.”

I turned the first page, squinting at the columns of numbers.

“I don’t understand,” I said. “These aren’t estate assets.”

“They are offshore accounts,” Ana said, leaning closer.

“Specifically, shell companies registered in the Cayman Islands and Panama.”