I pulled out my laptop, plugged in the hard drive, and booted it up.

The screen glowed in the dim room, casting a blue light over the metal table.

The folder structure of the Callahan Family Trust was massive.

There were thousands of PDFs, spreadsheets, and scanned documents dating back thirty years.

I began sorting them by date.

My hand was shaking slightly as I scrolled.

I needed to find where the money went, but my eyes kept drawing back to the older files.

Specifically, the files from five years ago.

That was the year the real Tyler Callahan supposedly went to Europe for a private rehabilitation program.

That was the year he disappeared from public life, replaced by Julian Vance.

I clicked on a folder labeled *TC – Medical – Direct.*

It was password-protected.

A dialogue box popped up on my screen, asking for a twenty-eight-character encryption key.

I stared at the prompt.

My mind raced through the codes I had seen in Victoria’s private ledger.

She had a habit of using the coordinates of the family’s first shipping terminal in San Pedro.