“He’s going to ruin me,” she said, her voice trembling as she looked at the digital numbers lighting up above the door. “Gavin told me the transfer documents were legal, but I signed off on them as the notary.”

“You knew what you were doing,” Sarah said, crossing her arms and stepping between us.

“I didn’t know he forged her signature on the hard copy,” Sloane said, a tear finally spilling over her mascara. “I thought Cassandra had agreed to it.”

“You didn’t ask,” I said.

“I was stupid,” Sloane whispered. “But I am not going to jail for him. Not for Rourke Regional Mobility, and not for Gavin.”

She held the black USB drive out toward me, her hand shaking.

“What is that?” I asked, looking down at the small piece of plastic.

“It’s his personal server backup,” she said. “The one he keeps in his private safe at the house. I copied it last week when he left his keys on the dresser.”

She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her silk blouse.