*Evelyn, Nolan doesn’t know I’m sending this. Look at the bank routing numbers on page four.*

My hand trembled as I downloaded the attachment.

I scrolled down to the fourth page of the document.

My eyes widened as I read the names of the offshore accounts.

The money from the Delaware loan hadn’t gone to the Riverview project at all.

It had been transferred to a private account in the Cayman Islands under a name I knew all too well.

Before I could process the name, the heavy oak door of my bedroom slowly creaked open.

I turned, expecting to see my father.

Instead, a shadow fell across the hardwood floor.

A figure stood in the dim light of the hallway.

The leather shoes clicked sharply against the threshold.

It was Marjorie Pierce.

She carried a thick, cream-colored envelope under her arm.

Her expensive camel-hair coat was dry, but a few stray drops of rain glistened on her pearl necklace.

“I see you are still hiding in the dark, Evelyn,” she said.

She did not wait for an invitation.