Every step felt like it was taking me further into a trap, but I couldn’t leave without the proof.

If I took Clara now without the evidence of their conspiracy, they would use the law to take her back.

I needed to destroy their credibility completely.

“Marcus, what’s the status on our exit vehicle?” I asked.

“The boat is secured at the dock,” Marcus said. “But the rain is getting worse. The river is rising.”

“We’ll make it,” I said.

Dr. Vance stopped in front of a heavy wooden door with a brass nameplate.

He slid his keycard through the slot, and the lock clicked.

He pushed the door open, revealing a small office lined with medical texts and a large mahogany desk.

A computer monitor sat dark on the desk, its green standby light blinking slowly.

“The drive is in the bottom drawer,” Dr. Vance said, pointing. “It’s a black rugged casing.”

I stood in the doorway, keeping my eyes on him and the corridor behind us.

“Get it,” I said.

He walked around the desk and knelt down, pulling open the heavy wooden drawer.