“Then why was there a raid at Natalie’s house,” she asked.
“Three weeks ago, we traced a laundering operation moving millions through fake organizations,” Evan explained. “All digital trails led to one private home address in Cedar Valley. That address belonged to Natalie’s house.”
Abigail felt her throat tighten.
“That makes no sense,” she said. “She teaches elementary school. She barely knows how to reset a router.”
“That is exactly why the criminals chose her house,” Evan said. “They needed a location that would never draw suspicion. Someone inside that home was involved without her knowing.”
Images of Natalie’s husband filled Abigail’s mind, his confident smile, his unexplained business trips, the expensive watch he claimed was a gift from a client.
“Trevor,” she whispered.