I look at my uncle, pale and drawn and unyielding, and he nods at me. Eyes on my uncle, I say, “I found the money.”

“Really,” Finn says. “That was quick. Where was it?”

My uncle shakes his head. “Never mind where I found it,” I say. “I have the cash and I’ll exchange it for Tane, tomorrow.”

There’s a pause. “I’m not sure I believe you,” Finn says.

My uncle reaches into the paper bag and pulls out something and holds it out to me. It’s a brick of hundred-dollar bills. I stare at it. So does everyone else.

“Did I lose you?” Finn says on speaker.

I reach out and take the brick of cash from Uncle Gavin’s hand. “One second,” I say to Finn. I put the brick on the coffee table and with my phone take a picture. Then I send the picture to Finn. “Check your texts,” I tell him.

Another pause, then a low whistle from Finn on speaker. “Nice work, Suzie Q. But like I said, that was quick.”

“Haven’t been doing much else for the past two days.”

“I mean since this morning.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about what you told Yousef this morning. In Dearborn. About how you didn’t know where the money was.”

My spine turns to ice. “I don’t understand,” I say. I think I sound sufficiently puzzled, but it’s hard to know as most of my mind is trying to figure out how Finn knows about Yousef.

“You aren’t the only one who can fly to Detroit,” he says. “I had to scramble a bit when you hopped on that private jet, but I managed to find another one. Cash is still king. And it was easy enough to find you and that giant you were with. Then it was just a matter of following you while you led me right to Yousef.”

My pulse is thudding in my neck and I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. “He doesn’t know anything about the rest of the money,” I say. “He got the same duffel bag of cash as Hector Cortez’s widow.”

“He knew about your dad calling the DoD’s whistleblower hotline to try to give the money back,” Finn says. “Attacks of conscience are so cliché. Especially when the Pentagon told your father to fuck off.”

My stomach shrinks into a cold, empty ball. “It doesn’t matter what my father did. I’ve got the rest of the money. Just leave Yousef alone.”

“First you’re worried about Tane, now Yousef,” Finn says. “You’re a regular good Samaritan. Spreading joy like gunpowder all over the country.”

“Finn—”