My husband shoved me, shattering the bathroom mirror. His mother sneered, “Clean up this disgusting mess.” But as I fell, my husband roared, “What’s in your pocket?!” The red LED of my federal distress fob pulsed. Denied the third click, I threw myself onto the broken glass, and…

in wrapped currency.”

Vance paled, looking at the ledger. He thought that was the end of it. He thought he would take the fall.

I stepped forward, my voice raspy but steady. I looked directly at Arthur, then at Beatrice.

“They won’t just find Vance’s logistics company in there,” I said, the words cutting through the room like a scalpel. “Tell your cyber continue reading …