Beside them, in my father’s precise handwriting, was a list of dates and dollar amounts.

Over two million dollars had been transferred to an account labeled G.V. Holdings.

Below that, Arthur had written a single, underlined note: *First Star – key to the physical assets.*

My phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration loud in the quiet room.

I jumped, nearly dropping the papers.

I pulled it out.

It was a text from Daniel.

*Emily, where are you? I’ve been looking over the corporate charter.*

I typed back quickly, my thumbs clumsy on the screen.

*In the house on Cumberland. Arthur is helping Gavin. I found the transfer records. He mentioned something called First Star.*

A few seconds passed.

My phone lit up with an incoming call from Daniel.

I answered it, pressing the receiver tightly to my ear.

“Emily, get out of there,” Daniel whispered.

“I have the proof, Daniel,” I said, my voice cracking. “Arthur helped Gavin drain the flagship accounts. He’s driving the silver Volvo. He’s been watching me.”

“Did you say First Star?” Daniel asked.