“Ethan isn’t just bribing him,” I said, scrolling further down the ledger. “Look at the inflow columns. These aren’t revenues from tenants. These are massive deposits coming from accounts in the Cayman Islands.”

“Where is that money going?”

“Into the Senator’s private holding companies,” I said. “Ethan is running a laundering operation through Apex Development. He’s cleaning millions for Vance.”

The weight of the realization settled in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I wasn’t just running from an abusive husband.

I was holding the evidence of a criminal conspiracy that reached the highest levels of the state government.

The police weren’t coming to save me because the police belonged to the man Ethan was paying.

“We need to get this to the federal prosecutors,” Liam said. “The local precinct is compromised.”

“If we send this over an unencrypted network, they’ll intercept it,” I said. “The moment the files hit the state servers, Vance’s people will know.”

“Then we take it to the regional FBI office in the city,” Liam said. “Personally.”

He reached for the laptop to close the lid, but my hand stopped him.