“Because I know she is an innocent mother being hunted by the same monsters who ruined my father’s career,” I replied firmly.

“Now get your coat, Russell, because you and I are driving back to that carriage house to find those files before Leonard’s people destroy them.”

Part 6: Midnight at the Carriage House

An hour later, Russell and I pulled up to the gated entrance of the Wayzata estate under cover of torrential darkness.

Two armed security guards Russell trusted completely opened the iron gates and guided our SUV down the winding driveway toward the stone carriage house behind the main residence.

The rain poured off the slate roof as Russell unlocked the reinforced steel side door and led me inside.