“You coward,” Eleanor screamed at him.

“You set the whole thing up!”

“Shut them up and put them in the back of the van,” I told Marco.

Marco nodded to his men.

They dragged Sterling and Eleanor toward the black transport vehicle.

Their boots squelched in the mud.

I stood alone in the rain, holding the hard drive.

The weight of it felt solid, real, and heavy.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out with my wet gloved hand.

The screen showed a live video feed from the security camera inside the cabin.

The living room was warm and dry.

Lily was sitting on the rug, her small fingers tracing a pattern on the floor.

Owen sat next to her, holding his stuffed bear tightly against his chest.

They were safe.

But they would never truly be safe until this conspiracy was completely dismantled.

I walked back to my SUV and climbed into the driver’s seat.

The heater blasted warm air against my face, smelling of old leather and dust.

I plugged the drive into my laptop on the passenger seat.