“I don’t care,” I said. “She almost killed my daughter. She’s trying to buy her way out of a prison sentence, and she’s using the local police to do it.”

“I’m driving to the federal building in the city now,” Nora said. “I’ll meet Vance in her office. Keep your phone on, and keep the laptop open.”

“I will,” I said.

“And Madeline?”

“Yes?”

“Get Clara and leave that cabin. Go to a motel. Use cash. Do not use your cards.”

“We’re leaving in five minutes,” I said.

I hung up the phone and looked at the laptop.

The upload progress bar hit one hundred percent.

*Upload Complete.*

I pulled the USB drive from the port and slipped it into my pocket alongside the iron key tool.

“Pack your things, Clara,” I said. “We’re going.”

“Where?” she asked, her voice small.

“Somewhere they can’t track us with a bank ping,” I said.

I shut the laptop and slipped it into my leather bag.

I looked around the small kitchen, ensuring we left nothing behind that could identify our next move.