Paul was standing near a metal table, a laptop open in front of him.

And beside him, sitting on a wooden chair, was Lauren.

She was quiet, her small doll clutched in her arms as she watched her father.

Ethan stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets.

“I brought what you wanted, Paul,” Ethan said.

“But the book is with Evelyn.”

“Then where is she?” Paul asked, looking toward the dark entrance.

“She’s on her way,” Ethan said.

“But first, I want to know why.”

“Why, Paul?”

“Thirty years we worked together.”

Paul laughed, a cold, dry sound that echoed off the metal rafters.

“Because you had everything, Ethan,” Paul said.

“The money, the company, the family.”

“And you threw it all away for a girl from the tenements.”

“I didn’t throw it away,” Ethan said. “I chose it.”

“Well, you chose wrong,” Paul said, reaching for his pocket.

He pulled out a small black device and held it up.

“This is the transmitter for the accounts,” Paul said.

“Once the transfer is complete, Vance and I are leaving the country.”