“Which means the evidence Martin Ward and my father were trying to preserve is still hidden inside that building,” I said, standing up to face my husband.

Before Russell could reply, his phone began buzzing loudly against the wooden dresser.

He picked it up and tapped the speaker button so we could all hear the agitated voice of his chief security officer.

“Mr.

Callahan, you need to check the local news feeds immediately,” the security chief warned.

“Someone just leaked an anonymous press release to every media outlet in the Twin Cities.”

Russell quickly pulled up the web browser on his tablet, and my heart sank as a huge headline appeared across the screen.