I gripped the edge of the viewing table.

“We have to stop him,” I said. “That land was everything to my mother.”

“I am tracking his filings now,” Daniel said. “I have an alert set up on my laptop.”

He tapped the leather book.

“But we need to get this ledger to Rachel first,” Daniel said. “She can file an emergency injunction.”

Suddenly, the heavy metal door at the end of the corridor creaked.

The sound echoed loudly in the silent vault.

Daniel instantly switched off his flashlight, plunging us back into the dim red light.

I held my breath, my hand still clutching my mother’s letter.

“Arthur?” Daniel called out quietly.

There was no answer.

Instead, we heard the sound of a struggle.

A metal trash can fell over in the lobby above, the clang vibrating through the floorboards.

“Someone is out there,” I whispered.

Daniel moved to the doorway of the vault room, keeping his body pressed against the wall.

He peeked out into the long hallway of safe deposit boxes.

The red emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows down the corridor.