“He must be going there to get it before the police catch him.”

“If he gets those keys, he can transfer the funds anywhere in the world and disappear.”

“The ranch is secluded,” Ana said, looking at the officers. “It will take local deputies forty minutes to get there.”

“We need to get to Sonoma,” I said, already moving toward the exit.

“Alana, it’s dangerous,” Ana warned, grabbing my arm. “He is desperate.”

“He has nothing left to lose now.”

“That ranch belongs to Abigail, and it belongs to me,” I said, pulling away gently.

“I am not letting him ruin the last piece of my family.”

We walked out into the cool Sacramento night, the rain misting against our faces.

The red and blue lights cast long, distorted shadows across the wet asphalt.

I got into the passenger seat of Ana’s sedan.

The engine roared to life, the headlights cutting through the darkness.

The drive toward Sonoma would take over an hour through the winding valley roads.

My hands were still shaking, but not from fear anymore.

It was the cold, hard certainty that this was ending tonight.