Eleanor began to back away toward the tree line.

One of my men stepped into her path, his rifle raised.

She stopped, her shoulders sinking.

“You can’t do this,” Eleanor said, her voice cracking with fear.

“I have rights.”

“You left two five-year-old children to freeze in an airport,” I said.

I walked over to her.

The rain dripped off the brim of my hat.

“You lost your rights the moment you made them cry.”

I reached into her coat pocket.

She flinched, but she did not fight me.

My fingers closed around a heavy, cold object.

I pulled out a rugged external hard drive.

It was sealed in a thick, waterproof plastic bag.

This was the decryption drive.

This was the key to every offshore account, every bribe, and every contract they had signed.

“Is this it?” I asked.

She did not answer.

She only stared at the mud on her designer boots.

I looked down at Sterling, who was sitting on the wet gravel.

“She has the keys,” Sterling wheezed, spitting blood onto the stones.

“She’s the one who authorized the transfers.”