It was a shell company I had never heard him mention.

I opened a PDF document inside the folder.

It was a bank confirmation letter from an institution in Zurich.

The account balance showed seven point two million dollars.

My breath caught in my throat.

I knew Derek was wealthy, but this was money he had never disclosed to our accountants.

The date on the transfer was only three weeks ago.

It was the same week his firm’s internal audit had begun.

Eighty-two percent.

“Come on,” I whispered to the empty room.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my personal phone.

I opened the encrypted messaging app Annika had made me install.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I drafted a quick update.

“I have the offshore folders,” I typed. “Copying them now.”

Her reply was almost instant.

“Get out of there as soon as it reaches one hundred,” she wrote. “Do not leave a trace.”

I locked the screen and slid the phone back into my pocket.

My eyes darted to the door, listening for any sound from the hallway.