“She explains exactly how you paid her to poison Alexander.”

Luca stared at me, his eyes wide with a sudden, vicious rage.

“You lying little b-itch,” Luca snarled.

He reached out and grabbed my arm, his fingers digging deep into my skin.

I gasped at the pain but did not back down.

“Let her go, Luca,” Marcus said, his voice rising slightly.

“Or the police get a digital copy of this document within the minute.”

“You do not have a digital copy,” Luca said, though his grip on my arm loosened slightly.

“My firm has automated backups for all critical files,” Marcus lied smoothly.

“If I do not check in with my office by midnight, it goes to the federal prosecutor.”

Luca let go of my arm with a violent shove.

I stumbled back against the heavy wooden bookcase.

The ledger under my apron shifted, and the corner of the dark leather binding slipped out.

Luca saw the gold-embossed trim.

“What is that under your apron?” Luca asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

He stepped toward me again.

“Santo, grab her.”