“Where are you?” I asked, keeping my voice low so it wouldn’t carry through the heavy door.

“I’m in a motel near San Pedro,” he said.

“I don’t have much time.”

“You need to turn yourself in, Julian,” I said. “The FBI has the Swiss documents.”

“They know about the real Tyler and the phenobarbital.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

I could hear the distant sound of traffic and a foghorn blowing in the harbor.

“I didn’t kill him, Natalie,” he said.

“I swear to you.”

“He was already dead when Victoria’s people brought me in.”

“I was just a kid who looked like him and wanted to escape the streets.”

“You lied to me for five years,” I said.

“You married me under a dead man’s name.”

“I did what I had to do to survive,” he said.

“But Victoria is going to kill me.”

“And Chloe is going to let her.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Chloe has the physical keys to the Nassau account,” he said.

“She’s been working with Victoria behind my back.”