Aiden stared, wide-eyed.
“And where is she now?” the boy blurted.
Mike hesitated.
“She was here until a couple days ago,” he said. “Said she was going to try to get help. But she left this for you.”
He fished a crumpled envelope from his pocket and handed it to Nathan, who tore it open.
Inside was another letter, written in Lauren’s shaky hand.
“Nathan, if you’re reading this, it means the danger isn’t over. I discovered what Victor and the international fund are doing with your company. Don’t trust anyone—especially not the ones who’ve sat at your table. If something happens to me, the proof is in the company records. That’s where the reason for everything is.”
A single contract name in his memory stabbed through Nathan—one huge deal he’d closed just before the “accident.” A merger he’d been proud of. A deal that now stank of something else: money laundering, fraud, and his own blind trust.
He was about to ask more when bright headlights flooded the shed entrance. Ranger barked like crazy. Aiden grabbed Nathan’s arm.
“They found me,” Mike whispered, turning pale. “They found us.”