Vanessa laughed, a dry, grating sound.

“You have no authority here, Agent,” Vanessa said.

She emphasized the word *Agent*.

She knew exactly what I did.

She knew about my undercover past.

I slipped my right hand into my jacket pocket.

My fingers found my encrypted government phone.

I pressed the volume down button three times.

The silent vibration in my pocket confirmed the voice recorder was active.

I needed every word of this on a secure server.

“Grant,” I said, keeping my voice calm and even. “You took my money.”

“I managed our assets,” Grant said. “You were never here to do it.”

“You emptied my personal accounts,” I said. “You took the trust fund my father left for Lily.”

Grant took a sip of his scotch.

“It is all legal, Evelyn,” he said. “A husband has a right to marital property when his wife abandons the home.”

“I was working,” I said.

“You were playing soldier,” Grant said. “And now you are going to leave.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.