I inserted the brass key.
It turned.
A small section of the floor lifted.
Inside was a metal envelope.
My hands were shaking as I pulled it out.
Inside were documents.
Bank records.
Photographs.
Names.
Dates.
Amounts of money.
Millions of dollars had been moved through accounts belonging to people connected to the prison system.
Then I saw a name I recognized.
The former warden.
Another name belonged to a corrections officer who still worked at Westbridge.
And then I saw the name that made my blood turn cold.
Mack Kane.
I read the document again.
Mack wasn’t just an inmate.
Before prison, she had worked for a private security company.
A company my father had investigated.
I suddenly understood.
Mack had been sent here for a reason.
She hadn’t randomly targeted Evelyn.
She had been watching her.
And she had been watching me.
A sound came from behind me.
I turned.
Evelyn was standing in the doorway.
“You found it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I needed to know whether you were ready.”
“Ready for what?”
She walked inside.
“For the truth.”
I held up the papers.
“My father discovered this.”
“Yes.”
“And somebody killed him.”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
