“You might want to look at the news,” the man said.

“It’s already starting.”

I looked down at my phone.

The screen was lit up with three new notifications from the local business journal.

The headline was flashing in bold red letters.

I tapped the first notification, and the page loaded slowly in the basement reception.

As the text appeared, my breath caught in my throat.

The story wasn’t just about the raid.

It was about something else.

Something that Patricia had kept hidden from everyone, including Harrison.

I stared at the image on the screen, the concrete floor beneath my feet suddenly feeling very unstable.

The true depth of the Voss family lie was far worse than we had ever imagined.

I looked at Elena, her face pale in the dim light of the garage.

“Elena,” I whispered, holding the phone out to her.

“Look at this.”

She took the phone, her eyes scanning the article quickly.

“Oh my god,” she breathed.

“She didn’t just spend the money.”

The sound of tires screeching on the ramp above us cut through the silence.