And taking down Cam’s family is a nice bonus.

Jade reads my silence as an affirmative. “If you tell me what Cam did, I can help put things right. Cam’s not a bad guy. He listens to me.”

Her words are like kerosene on the fire roaring in my belly.

First, that her husband is not a bad guy, which means she’s either ignorant or willfully blind. Cam is selfish and greedy and will mow down anybody in his way. He is a bad guy. He’s a guy who looks out only for himself.

And second, that she still hasn’t figured out who I am. The same person she shook hands with all those years ago. The same one who only a few months ago, stood here in this very same room and told her my whole, sad story. My money worries, my pain, the constant nightmares a parent gets at watching their child slip away. Jade plopped into one of these leather recliners, wrapped a hand around one of mine, and squeezed out some crocodile tears and a false promise. She’s no better than Cam.

So yeah. Too little, far too late for these kinds of platitudes. Like she could turn this train around. Like fixing things could ever be as easy as calling Cam.

“The only way you can help is by making sure that money gets here on time—and he doesn’t have much left. What do you think’s taking him so long?”

“Traffic. Distance between the safes. Banking rules. A million things.”

“Or maybe he’s having trouble scrounging up the cash.”

“Cam owns five successful restaurants. He runs tens of thousands of dollars over his bank accounts every night, and that’s on top of the pile that’s already sitting there, money he uses to keep those places running. He decides where every cent of that money goes. If he wanted to get his hands on that cash, he could. There’s more than enough. The only problem is going to be time.”

Interesting. I stare at Jade for a couple of beats, waiting for her to break character, but her conviction doesn’t fade. Maybe she really doesn’t know.

I toss her a roll of duct tape I dig from my backpack on a far chair. “Enough stalling. Tie her up, and make sure you do a good job. I’ll be checking your work.”

She catches the tape, then stands frozen. “What makes you think Cam would have trouble gathering the money? Why would you think that?”

I slide my cell from my pocket and scroll through the texts. Still no word.

“If you know something,” Jade says, “you should tell me. I promise you, I can help. I want to help.”

I roll my eyes. “Do you now?”