Resale values.

Bank accounts.

Dates.

Initials.

Amounts.

Rachel recognized Brandon’s initials.

BM.

Paige’s.

PM.

And another combination appeared repeatedly.

BC.

No.

Brandon Carter would be BC.

She looked again.

The spreadsheet showed BC beside almost every incoming transfer.

That had to represent Brandon.

But beside the outgoing payments appeared another set of initials.

RC.

Rachel stopped breathing.

Her initials.

Rachel Carter.

She continued scrolling.

Dozens of transfers were assigned to her.

More than $600,000.

Accounts she had never encountered.

Transactions she had never authorized.

At the bottom of the spreadsheet was a note.

RC retains controlling interest.

Rachel stared at the sentence.

Someone hadn’t merely used her signature on a loan application.

Someone had constructed an entire financial profile around her identity.

A second email arrived.

This one included a photograph.

Rachel opened it.

Her hands turned cold.

It showed Brandon standing beside the black Mercedes she remembered.

Paige was standing next to him.

And beside Paige stood the same man Rachel had heard inside the hotel room.

But that wasn’t what stunned her most.

Behind them stood another woman.

About Rachel’s height.

Similar hair.

Similar build.

The woman’s face was partially turned away.

She wore sunglasses.

And around her neck hung a silver pendant Rachel recognized immediately.

Her pendant.

The one that had disappeared from her jewelry box the previous Christmas.

Rachel enlarged the image.

Her breath caught.

The woman wasn’t a stranger.

Rachel knew her.

She had seen that face almost every weekday for the past three years.

At the office.

During meetings.

At company lunches.

Working only two offices away.

Vanessa Cole.

Rachel’s assistant.

The woman who could access her calendar.

Her payroll records.

Her scanned signature.

Her expense reports.