We stood in the dim pantry, the only light coming from the small flashlight in her hand.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

“Because he is going down,” she said.

Her voice was cold, stripped of any affection.

“And I am not going down with him.”

She reached into the pocket of her red dress.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled something out.

It was a small, silver object that caught the light of the flashlight.

“It’s a flash drive,” Juliette said.

The metal was freezing against my skin as she pressed it into my hand.

“What is on this?” I asked.

“Every text message he sent me about the estate,” she said.

Her voice was high and thin, stripped of the smug confidence she had worn only hours before.

“Every bank routing number, every email to his mother, and the drafts of the forged signature.”

I looked down at the tiny piece of silver in my palm.

“Why are you giving me this?” I asked.

“Because he is a sinking ship, Claire,” she whispered.

“He lied to me about the money.”