THE NIGHT MY DEAD HUSBAND WARNED ME: ‘YOUR SISTER HELPED THEM K!LL ME.’”

“She’s a teacher,” I whispered.
“She doesn’t know anything about corporate finance.”

Daniel gave me a look that made my blood run cold.

“That’s what Liam thought too.”

Inside the envelope was another smaller folder.

Red.

Marked:
“IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME.”

I opened it carefully.

Inside was a flash drive.

And a second handwritten note.

“They were using Rachel continue reading …