In the corner stood the small, black iron safe.

“Do you have the combination?” Daniel asked.

“My mother’s birthday,” I said.

I turned the dial slowly, the clicks feeling solid in the quiet space.

On the final turn, the heavy door swung open.

Inside sat the blue leather ledger.

I reached in and took it out, feeling the weight of it in my hands.

“This is it,” I said. “The real records.”

“Let’s get it downstairs,” Daniel said. “We need to compare the physical entries with the digital transfers Vance gave us.”

As we turned to leave the attic, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was an unknown number.

I answered it, putting it to my ear.

“Claire,” a woman’s voice said.

It was Sloane.

“What do you want, Sloane?” I asked.

“You think you’ve won because Vance gave you those files,” Sloane said, her voice shaking with anger. “But Graham didn’t tell you everything.”

“He told me enough,” I said.

“He didn’t tell you about the transfer that happened twenty minutes ago,” Sloane said. “Check the offshore account, Claire. Look at what’s missing now.”