I pulled it out.

It was a text from Nora Chen.

*Gareth’s lawyer just arrived at the station. They are trying to shut him up. Do you have anything else?*

I looked at the document in my hand, my mind already tracing the digital path of Vanguard Alpine Holdings.

“I have exactly what we need,” I muttered.

I sat down at the table and opened my laptop, the screen illuminating the dark room.

The battle wasn’t over.

I was about to turn Eleanor’s thirty-five-million-dollar lifeline into the rope that would hang them all.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I began to type the routing numbers into my secure database.

Then, my phone rang.

The screen didn’t show a number, just a blocked ID.

I pressed the phone to my ear, my breath catching in my throat as a voice I hadn’t heard in weeks spoke.

“Mom,” Clara whispered again, her voice cracking.

“Don’t move,” I said.

I kept my back pressed against the wood paneling of the kitchen wall.

The engine of the sedan outside continued its low, rhythmic idle.