Chapter 22

• Sofia Reeds POV:
• The small desk lamp flickered as I sat in the dimly lit safe house, my eyes glued to the laptop screen. The air smelled of old wood and dust, but I had gotten used to it. My fingers moved quickly across the trackpad, scrolling through the documents I had gathered—bank statements, hidden transactions, and security footage screenshots. I was close. I could feel it.
• I reached for the bag of chips beside me, popping a few into my mouth while sipping on my half-warm Coke. The crunch was loud in the quiet room, the only sound besides the soft hum of my laptop. I hadn’t slept properly in days, but this case—Evelyn’s case—was all that mattered.