It was the name of the lead prosecutor from the Southern District.

I watched through the narrowing gap as Elias stared at the phone.

He did not pick it up.

The doors closed, and the elevator began its smooth descent.

I leaned my head against the cool steel wall.

My heart was beating fast, but I felt a strange sense of relief.

The lobby was bustling when I stepped out.

Several reporters were already hovering near the revolving doors, held back by security.

I pulled my collar up and walked quickly through the side exit.

My driver, Thomas, was waiting by the curb with the engine running.

He opened the back door for me.

“To the airport, ma’am?” he asked.

“Yes, Thomas,” I said. “Boston.”

I slid into the leather seat and pulled out my phone.

There were three missed calls from my business partner, Sarah.

I dialed her back immediately.

“Ava,” Sarah said as soon as she picked up. “Have you seen the news?”

“I was just with Elias,” I said. “He knows.”

“Daniel was arrested at seven this morning,” Sarah said. “It’s all over the financial networks.”