I looked at Vance, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“We need to move Clara now,” I said.

“On it,” Nora said, already dialing her contacts at the local precinct near the clinic.

“Miller, did you get a location on that signal?” Vance asked.

“The call came from the Thorne estate,” Miller said, looking up from his screen.

“We have a local unit five minutes away from Clara’s clinic,” Vance told me. “They are moving her to a secure holding facility right now.”

I leaned against the table, closing my eyes for a brief second.

“She isn’t safe until they are behind bars,” I said.

“We aren’t waiting for tomorrow night,” Vance decided, his face hardening.

“The gala starts in three hours,” Nora noted, checking her watch. “The guests are already arriving.”

“Good,” Vance said. “Fewer places for them to hide, and more witnesses.”

The rain started as we drove toward the Thorne estate.

It smeared the windshield of Nora’s sedan, blurring the headlights of the oncoming traffic.

I sat in the passenger seat, clutching a manila folder containing the forensic audit copies I had spent months compiling.