And they had access to my personal financial data.

“They’re watching the cabin,” Clara said, her voice rising with panic. “Mom, how did they find us?”

“They didn’t find us by following us,” I said, my mind working through the data. “They found us through the banking network. I logged into my secure database from this IP address.”

I had been careless.

I had assumed my VPN would mask the location, but Eleanor’s team of forensic IT specialists was larger than I had anticipated.

“We can’t stay here,” Clara said.

“No,” I agreed. “But we aren’t running. Not yet.”

I took the silver USB drive and plugged it into the side of my laptop.

A new directory window popped up on the screen.

It contained a single, encrypted database file titled *Vanguard_Settlement_Final.*

Beside it was a text document.

I clicked on the text document.

*Madeline, do not be foolish. The Swiss accounts are fully protected by Swiss banking secrecy laws. Even if you trace the routing, you cannot prove beneficial ownership without the master registry. Sign the papers. Protect your daughter.*