“I know,” Ethan said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “They put it into an escrow account under your name that you couldn’t access.”

“It was their insurance policy to make you look complicit if you ever went to the police.”

Maya opened a thick paper folder on the desk, revealing dozens of photographs and printed emails.

Some of the photos showed me walking into my apartment, taken from a distance.

“These are surveillance logs,” Maya said. “Your apartment was watched for three years.”

“My mother hired a private security firm called Vanguard,” Ethan said.

“The man with the scar is on their payroll.”

“We have the payroll invoices right here, signed by Eleanor’s personal assistant.”

For the next three hours, we worked in the damp basement, organizing the digital files and paper documents.

Maya scanned the paper logs, linking them to the IP addresses of the servers at the Harrison estate.

“This is a complete dossier,” Maya said, saving a massive file to three separate drives.

“It proves illegal human experimentation, forgery, corporate espionage, and extortion.”