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I fucked up, and my wife and daughter were at risk. So, I did what I thought was right and gathered as much information as I could on each person who ran the organization, desperate to find out who the head of the snake was.
I am writing this letter in the ICU, dying, and I haven’t found that information. However, in a safety deposit box located at the main bank in Rose Canyon, you will find everything I have on them. The key is inside the pyramid trinket I sent to you. There is a second copy in Big Ben. If they have killed either Sophie or Eden, give them nothing. If they have been taken and this will help get them back, use it, but know they will never be satisfied if they’re let go. You will all need to run. I don’t know who he is, but he is ruthless. Read everything in a secure location and don’t share what you learn. Trust me.
I am sorry, but I tried my hardest to make it right.
Theo
Sophie’s lips tremble as she shakes her head. “We have to find that box.”
I nod. “Let’s go, I’ll wake the world up to get into that bank.”
ChapterThirty-Two
SOPHIE
The bank was closed, but Emmett was able to talk the manager into coming in for us. Then all we had to do was show our IDs and produce one of the two identical keys we’d found, which then allows us access to it. Box number 223, Eden’s birthday.
“Take as much time as you need.”
Holden reaches his hand out. “Thank you, Ellis. I know it’s a Sunday at ten o’clock.”
He grips his hand with both of his. “I’m a father. No thanks necessary.”
Once the manager has stepped out of the room, I pull the box free and set it on the table.
Holden is the one who lifts the lid, and then we both just stare at the contents. Inside there must be hundreds of pages of bank statements, notes, names of people and places, and dozens and dozens of printouts. “This will take days to go through,” I say with an ache in my voice. “We don’t have days!”
“Just, we have to be calm. We have to look at this strategically.”
Eden is running out of time. We both got an alert on our way here that the pump was low, and we needed to refill it soon. Her insulin is dispensing more today than the others, and I am panicking.
Holden starts to sort the papers. “Here, look at these. See if any of the names or notes he wrote make sense.”
He takes one pile while I take the other, and for long moments, the only sound in this vault is the shifting of papers.
The first ten or so pages of Theo’s notes are not much. Names of some people we met at galas and some charity donations that he made to a heart center in London. “This name,” I say, holding out a piece of paper. “It’s familiar.”
He takes it and quickly reads the letterhead at the top. “That’s the doctor who sent us the email.”
“We donated quite a sum in his name.”
I pull the bank ledger from my and Theo’s joint account and find a line already highlighted. “Thirty thousand pounds.”
“Is that the only time he donated money in Dr. Frasher’s name?”
I look farther down and shake my head. “No, nothing in that amount or to that doctor again.”
“Could that have been the payout for altering the records?”
“Possibly,” I reply.
“Okay, put that to the side. Keep looking.”
Holden makes a low sound in his throat, pulling my attention to him. “What is it?”
“That doctor’s name is here too. He . . . I don’t understand. Theo lists him as a man involved in Havened. He wrote that he was in attendance at one of these meetings in Texas?”
“Texas?”
