My sister called me at midnight and whispered, “Turn off every light. Go to the attic. Don’t tell your husband.” I thought she was losing her mind — until I looked through the floorboards….

“They were sending a message,” she said quietly.

“What do they want from me?”

Her expression darkened.

“We think Owen hid something in your name before his arrest.”

I shook my head violently. “I don’t know anything!”

“I know.”

“But they don’t,” Agent Reeves said from behind her.

Then he placed a thin manila folder on my kitchen counter.

Inside was a bank statement.

An offshore account in the Cayman Islands.

Balance: $11.4 million.

Account holder: ELISE HARPER.

My vision blurred.

“That’s impossible.”

Reeves flipped to the final page.

There, attached beneath the account documents, was a handwritten note recovered from Owen’s prison cell.

If anything happens to me, Elise has the key.