Her face was pale under the dim lamplight, her perfect makeup ruined by sweat.

Gillian hovered behind her, clutching her leather purse to her chest like a shield.

“Who is down there?” Gillian whimpered. “Dad, tell them to leave.”

Mark ignored them, his focus returning to the tablet in my hands.

He snatched the device from my lap, his fingers smudging the screen.

The red light had stopped flashing, replaced by a gray screen with a spinning icon.

*Uploading forensic_archive_v4.zip…*

The progress bar was already at ninety percent.

“What is this?” Mark hissed, shaking the tablet as if he could stop the data transfer. “What files?”

“The real ledger, Mark,” I said, leaning back against the wooden headboard. “The one from the safe in Sacramento.”

He stared at the screen, his mouth slightly open.

“You didn’t have access to that,” he muttered.

“Abigail gave me the key codes before she died,” I said. “She knew what you were doing.”

The progress bar hit one hundred percent.

The screen flickered once, then displayed a green checkmark.

*Upload Successful. Distribution List: Bureau of Forensic Audits; Brennan Law Office.*