She had hired Julian to play the part of her son to keep the money.

I stared at the screen, my stomach turning.

Suddenly, the door to the conference room flew open.

Agent Harris walked in, his face pale and his phone in his hand.

“Natalie,” he said, his voice urgent. “We have a problem.”

“We have a problem.”

I closed the laptop screen halfway, my fingers trembling against the silver casing.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Victoria’s attorneys just filed an emergency motion in federal court,” Harris said, stepping fully into the room.

He closed the heavy door behind him.

The lock clicked with a cold, metallic snap that made me jump.

“They’re claiming the drive you copied contains proprietary trade secrets and classified corporate data,” he said.

“They want a federal judge to impound it immediately.”

“But the evidence of the identity theft is on here,” I said, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach.

The baby kicked, a sharp, sudden movement.

“And the suspicious death,” I added, looking down at the gap in the laptop lid. “What they did to the real Tyler.”