“The ledger you have is just a distraction,” Derek said.

He tapped the screen of the device.

“Your father had offshore accounts,” he said. “The real wealth of his estate is locked behind a different set of keys.”

“I don’t know anything about offshore accounts,” I said, backing away toward the door.

“You will,” Derek said.

He took another step toward me, his eyes gleaming with a strange intensity.

“I don’t need Vincent’s rivals to pay me for the ledger,” he said. “I want your father’s legacy.”

“I can’t help you,” I said, reaching for the door handle behind my back.

The brass handle wouldn’t budge.

“You shouldn’t have come alone, Clara,” Derek whispered.

The door behind me suddenly swung open.

Two large men in dark coats stood in the doorway, blocking my only exit.

One of them held a damp cloth in his gloved hand.

I tried to scream, but the first man lunged forward, grabbing my arms.

The other man pressed the chemical-soaked cloth over my mouth and nose.

I fought, kicking and pulling, but their grip was like iron.