“Is that the only copy of those bank files?” Serena asked, stepping closer to the desk with her hands crossed tightly over her purse.

“It is not,” Samuel said, slipping the flash drive into his inner coat pocket.

“A small black box sits inside my office filing cabinet right now, holding complete duplicates of every document in these six blue folders.”

“What’s inside that black box?” Julian asked, his voice losing its loud, hearty edge.

“Security video logs and bank phone recordings,” Samuel said without looking at him.

Julian stepped up to the desk, snatched the first blue folder from the rack, and flipped through the printed pages.