“Did you stop them?” I asked.

“They never arrived at Van Nuys,” she said.

She tapped the folder.

“We believe they switched vehicles and are heading toward the Mexican border by car.”

They had abandoned Victoria to face the fallout alone.

The realization was cold and sharp.

Victoria had spent years protecting Julian’s secret, believing he was her ticket to maintaining control of the family empire.

Now, her puppet had cut his strings and stolen her gold.

Harris walked out to take a call, leaving me with Vance.

“I need my bag,” I said.

“The marshal retrieved it from your vehicle,” Vance said.

She stepped out and returned a minute later with my black leather tote bag.

Inside was the external hard drive containing the mirrored files from the Callahan main server.

I had copied everything before the security team locked me out.

“Can I use my laptop?” I asked.

“We need to monitor any outgoing connections,” Vance said.

“It’s offline,” I said. “I just need to look at local files.”

She nodded and stood near the door, giving me some space.