There were medical logs detailing the neglect the girls had suffered while Nathan was hospitalized.

“This is everything,” I said, my breath catching in my throat.

“Every document Claire gathered before she died,” Nathan said.

“And every piece of data the house sensors have recorded since Vanessa arrived.”

The progress bar reached sixty-five percent.

Outside, the wind slammed against the concrete walls of the lower level, making the light fixtures flicker.

“Nathan!” Vanessa shrieked. “The external network is pinging! What is going on?”

“The bank is verifying the destination accounts,” Nathan lied, his voice steady.

“The connection must loop through the East Coast servers first.”

“He’s lying, Vanessa!” Julian shouted from the hallway.

“The data outbound rate is too high for a simple wire transfer!”

“Julian, light the lance!” Vanessa screamed.

A bright blue spark hissed through the gap in the vault door once more.

The smell of burning metal returned, sharper and more choking than before.

“Hold on,” Nathan whispered, his eyes locked on the monitor.

The progress bar was at eighty-eight percent.

*Federal Bureau of Investigation – Upload Status: 90%*