The tablet turned toward me, and the security director read the name aloud: Desmond Hale. It appeared on eighty-three payments, each routed through my father’s old consulting company, each marked as an aircraft maintenance fee. Vivienne’s face drained of color. Desmond was her younger brother. Chloe leaned toward her mother and whispered, “Mom, who is that?” but Vivienne only stared at the screen and said nothing.

Then the tablet chimed. A message had been waiting inside my father’s account for years, scheduled to open the moment anyone audited it. The director pressed play, and my father’s voice, warm and tired, filled the silent cabin. “Audrey, if you are hearing this, then Vivienne has finally been caught, and I need you to listen very carefully to what I did.” Vivienne lunged for the tablet.