I laughed once. It hurt badly enough to make my vision blur.
“No,” I said. “But I’m ready.”
Dr. Reed placed a careful hand near my wrist, not touching until I nodded.
“We need to treat you first,” he said. “You have two fractured ribs, a concussion, and possible internal bruising. You need rest.”
“Not yet.”
His eyes softened.
“Clara—”
“If I sleep,” I said, “he’ll start moving money.”
Detective Voss looked at me more sharply then.
“You believe he knows what you have?”
“He knows enough to panic.” I swallowed. “But not enough to stop it.”
“What does that mean?”
I closed my eyes for one second. Behind my lids, I saw spreadsheets, password trees, file maps, hidden folders arranged like trapdoors beneath polished floors.
“Everything is set to release,” I said. “If I don’t log in by nine tomorrow morning.”
Detective Voss stared at me.
