Luis nodded to me as I walked past the desk.

“Everything is quiet, Captain,” he said.

“Thank you, Luis,” I said.

I rode the elevator to the top floor and unlocked my door.

The apartment was silent, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound.

I set my bag on the kitchen counter and took out the black ledger.

I opened the first page and began to read the neat, handwritten numbers my father had kept.

My phone rang, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

I looked at the screen.

It was an unknown number, but the area code was from the Bahamas.

I pressed the speaker button.

“Mark Collins,” I said.

There was a pause, the sound of static and wind on the line.

“Captain,” a voice said, but it was not the gravelly voice from the night before.

This voice was younger, sharper, and completely calm.

“Your father thinks he can save you with his little book.”

“But he doesn’t know what Hannah actually signed.”

“Look outside your window, Captain.”

I walked to the glass.