“Or she tried to hide it before they searched her.”

“That’s the Richmond account,” Hayes said, looking over my shoulder.

“The one your grandmother used.”

“We need to get to Richmond,” I said.

“Before her lawyer realizes what is missing.”

General Drummond stood up from his desk.

“The rain is turning into a storm,” Drummond said.

“The highway will be flooded near Williamsburg.”

“I have a Humvee in the motor pool,” Hayes said.

“We can make it.”

I looked at the key in the plastic bag.

My phone vibrated once more in my palm.

A new text message appeared on the screen from an unsaved number.

The message was brief:

*Do not go to the bank. They are already waiting.*

I stared at the screen.

The letters glowed against the dark glass of my phone.

“Who sent it?” Hayes asked, his voice low.

“An unsaved number,” I said.

Drummond leaned over the desk to look at the screen.

“If they are waiting at the bank, then the documents aren’t there anymore,” Drummond said.

“Or Helen has already sent someone to clear it out,” I said.