Unfortunately, I know the answer. “He’ll probably kill Tane,” I say. “And me and Ethan if he can. But not until he knows we’ve found the money or that there is no money to find.”

ETHAN COMES HOME soon after I get off the phone with Caesar and finds me picking up the stacks of bills and other papers. “Already done?” he asks.

“Just with this part.” I fill him in on the phone calls to the DoD’s inspector general and what Caesar found out. Ethan crouches and rubs Wilson’s belly while listening to me. When I finish, he shakes his head.

“This isn’t going to end well, you know that, right?” Ethan says.

“You sound like you’ve been talking to Caesar.”

“Seriously, Suzie. He’s not going to let Tane go. He’s got no reason to. You heard what he said about Tane basically laundering money for him.”

“I know. And I don’t want Tane to be punished for any of this. But no matter what Dad did or didn’t do, we’ve inherited this mess, and I’m going to clean it up.” I look at my phone. Ten minutes until I call Finn. “Shit, I forgot to check in on Uncle Gavin. Did you—”

“He’s fine. Resting in the hospital. His body didn’t reject the valve, so that’s good. Doc says he might be able to go home in a couple of days.”

We fall silent as I finish putting the last few stacks of bills into their plastic bin. Once I do that, I feel compelled to find a rag and wipe down every surface of Ethan’s house, dust his blinds, clean his sinks. It’s a compulsive urge to do something, engage in some sort of physical activity. I’d go for another run if I didn’t have to call Finn.

At five o’clock on the dot, I dial the number Finn gave my brother. On the third ring Finn picks up. “Very punctual,” he says. “I appreciate that.”

He didn’t ask who I was and I have a new phone, so he must only use this number for me. How special. “I’ve looked through all the bills and files we have from our parents,” I say. “There’s no record of any transactions that could point to the kind of money you’re looking for. But I did find a phone number my father called several times over a couple of weeks, just before he died. The number goes to the inspector general’s office at the DoD. Not the public line, a direct one.”

“You didn’t ask about your father, did you?”

“Oh, yeah. Right after I said I was looking for ten million dollars. No, I didn’t mention my father.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass, Susannah. Anything else?”