“It has the original IP logs,” he said, stepping closer. “It proves the authorizations came from her home office terminal, not my laptop. It proves she used your personal capital to buy those properties in Cabo.”

The cold was starting to seep through the soles of my boots, numbing my toes.

I looked at the Mercedes idling at the end of the alley.

The driver’s door remained closed, but the tinted windows made it impossible to see who was inside.

“Give me the drive, Harrison,” I said, holding out my gloved hand.

He pulled it back slightly, holding it close to his chest.

“I need a deal first,” he said. “I can’t just give you my only leverage.”

“You don’t have leverage,” I said. “You’re facing federal fraud charges.”

“I will testify against her,” he said, leaning in. “I will tell the grand jury every single thing she did. I will admit to the conspiracy, but only if you help me.”

“Help you how?” I asked.

“I’m going bankrupt, Claire,” he said. “The bank is foreclosing on my townhouse next week. My legal fees are already past six figures.”