Chapter 24 · Untitled Chapter

"Stop the car."

Sienna didn't slow. "We're two minutes from the safe house."

"I said stop." I slammed my hand against the dash. The ledger lay open on my lap, its last page glaring up at me. "You knew. You knew what she did."

"Val—"

"Don't." My voice cracked. "Don't say my name like we're friends."

Sienna jerked the wheel. The tires screamed as we shot into an alley. She braked hard. My seat belt cut into my ribs.

"You want to do this now?" She turned toward me, eyes cold. "Fine. Yes. I knew. Your sister walked into my office four years ago with blood under her nails and asked me to hide three hundred thousand dollars in art. I said no."

"Liar."

"I said no, Val." She leaned closer. "But she had your face. Your voice. She begged."

My chest tightened. "So you did it anyway."

"I gave her one contact. One name." Sienna's jaw locked. "He moved the money. She disappeared again. That's all I know."

"That's all?" I laughed, sharp and ugly.