“Can you prove it?” he asked.

“Not yet,” Margaret said.

“The records are encrypted behind three layers of security.”

“But the digital trail is there.”

“If we can get the actual bank routing numbers, we can prove she used corporate funds.”

“That’s embezzlement,” Alexander said.

“Yes,” Margaret said.

“It is.”

The apartment buzzer rang suddenly.

It was a sharp, loud sound that made us all jump.

Noah dropped a Lego brick, and it bounced across the hardwood floor.

I looked at the intercom monitor by the door.

The small black-and-white screen showed the lobby.

It was crowded with people holding cameras and microphones.

The security guard at the front desk was trying to push them back.

“They’re here,” I whispered.

“They found us.”

Alexander walked over to the window and parted the blinds slightly.

He looked down at the street below.

“There are at least five news vans,” he said.

“We can’t leave through the front.”

“My car is in the basement,” I said.

“But Victoria’s men are down there.”

“They won’t stop you if I’m with you,” Alexander said.

“We need to go to my house in Connecticut.”