“I’ll see you in twenty minutes, Arthur,” I said.

I hung up the phone and placed it in the holder.

I looked at the black ledger sitting on the passenger seat.

It looked so simple, so harmless.

But inside those pages was the destruction of the family that had tried to destroy me.

I put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, the headlights cutting through the dark, wet streets.

The drive to Arthur’s office was quiet.

The city was asleep, the office buildings standing like tall, dark, silent guardians.

I pulled into the underground parking garage of Arthur’s building.

The concrete structure was cold and echoed with the sound of my engine.

I walked to the secure elevator, swiped the guest card Arthur had given me weeks ago, and rode it up to the lobby of his firm.

The office was dark, but the drop box was located next to the main glass doors.

I pulled the heavy envelope out of my bag.

I had placed the ledger and the signed agreement inside it.

I slid it into the metal slot.