“He said it would look like natural complications from the pregnancy.”

“But Emily found out.”

“She recorded him, Daniel.”

“She recorded Margaret talking to Wade about the land deals and the offshore accounts.”

My chest tightened, a cold anger replacing the shock.

“Where is the recording, Caleb?”

“She hid it,” he whispered.

“She hid it in the old boathouse, behind the loose floorboards under the generator.”

“I went to look for it, but Wade’s men were already watching the place.”

“That’s why I hid in your truck.”

“I knew you were the only one who could get to it.”

A pair of headlights cut through the trees behind us, the high beams reflecting off the wet road.

I drew my weapon, stepping between Caleb and the approaching vehicle.

The car slowed down, its engine idling softly in the damp air.

The driver’s door opened, and Sophia Reyes stepped out into the rain.

She had her hand on her service weapon, her eyes darting between me and Caleb.

“Daniel,” Sophia said, her voice calm but firm.

“Put the gun down.”

“He knows where the evidence is,” I said.