*The safe in the basement of the Riverside cottage. Code is your wedding date.*

I looked up at the empty hallway, then back at the screen.

The Riverside cottage was a property Ethan claimed he had sold three years ago to pay off a construction debt.

But the name of the buyer on those deeds had always bothered me.

It was a shell company registered in Panama, one I had never been able to fully trace.

“Claire?” Liam repeated, his hand resting gently on my forearm. “What did they send you?”

Before I could speak, the elevator bell at the end of the hall dinged.

The doors slid open, and a man in a gray suit walked out, his steps hurried.

He wasn’t an agent, and he wasn’t one of Ethan’s men.

He carried a leather courier bag over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the corridor until they landed on me.

He walked toward us, his hand reaching into his coat pocket as he approached.

Liam stepped in front of me, his posture instantly turning defensive. “Stop right there.”