He had been the one who helped me hide her when my last undercover assignment went south.

“The bureau can’t protect you if you break protocol,” Marcus warned.

“I don’t need protection,” I said. “I need data.”

“I’m locking your credentials in twelve hours, Evelyn. Use them quickly.”

The screen went black as he severed the connection.

I breathed out slowly, releasing the tension in my shoulders.

Twelve hours was more than enough time.

I turned my attention to the processing terminal.

The progress bar for the audio recording reached ninety percent.

On my secondary screen, I opened the Treasury Department’s financial tracking portal.

I typed in my personal biometric key.

The green light on the desktop scanner blinked, accepting my thumbprint.

I began by entering the routing number of my family’s estate account.

The account had been established by my father thirty years ago.

It was supposed to be a secure trust for Lily.

The screen began to populate with transactions.

Red lines of text indicated massive outward transfers.

My fingers flew across the keyboard as I traced the destination routing numbers.