He walked over to Agent Vance and whispered something in his ear.

Vance looked up, his expression hardening.

“The vault in Richmond is empty,” the investigator said aloud.

Helen didn’t move.

“Where is the physical documentation of the trust, Mrs. Rogers?” Vance asked.

Helen looked down at her lap, her lips pressed into a thin line.

The silence stretched.

Then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out and looked at the screen.

It was a live video feed link from an unknown number.

I tapped the link.

The screen showed a dimly lit storage unit, the door recently forced open, with cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling.

A man’s hand reached into the frame, holding a manila folder with my name printed on the tab.

The thumb on my hand began to shake as I stared at the screen.

“What is it, Colonel?” Drummond asked, noticing my expression.

Before I could answer, the conference phone on the table chimed, indicating an incoming secure line.

The line hissed with static before a clear, digitized voice broke through.