“Our expert will get every single byte,” she said.

My phone suddenly vibrated in my hand, a sharp, continuous buzz that made me jump.

I looked down at the screen.

It was an unknown number, but the area code was local.

I swiped the screen to answer and put the phone to my ear.

“Elena?” a hurried, unfamiliar female voice whispered on the other end.

“Who is this?” I asked, stepping away from the kitchen counter.

“You don’t know me,” the woman said, her voice shaking with fear. “But I have the keys to his safe deposit box, and he told me to empty it if he ever got arrested.”

I held the phone tighter, my fingers pressing against the plastic case.

“Who are you?” I repeated, my voice dropping to a whisper.

Marisol watched me, her sharp eyes tracking the sudden tension in my shoulders.

“My name is Monica,” the woman said, her breath catching. “I worked at the real estate office. Derek… he gave me the keys three weeks ago.”

“Why do you have them?” I asked.