Adrian turned to me, his flashlight illuminating the dust motes in the air.

“Are you alright, Emily?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, though my hands were still trembling.

“We need to get you and your sister out of here,” Adrian said, placing a hand gently on my shoulder.

“Wait,” I said, pointing to the laptop. “I need that.”

“Why?” Adrian asked, his brow furrowing.

“He’s going to try to use his offshore accounts to pay for his escape,” I said.

“Can you stop him?” Adrian asked.

“If I can get to a secure terminal at the Romano headquarters,” I said. “I can freeze every dollar he has.”

Adrian looked at me, a faint, approving smile appearing on his lips.

“Then let’s go,” Adrian said.

We walked down the metal stairs, our flashlights cutting through the dark warehouse.

Below, several of Adrian’s security guards were guarding three bound men on the floor.

In the back of the first SUV, I saw Clara.

She was wrapped in a thick wool blanket, a security guard handing her a bottle of water.

“Clara!” I cried out.