Page 125 of Running to You

“Almost done.” Michael pulled out of the space and onto a six-lane road. “We’ll be at the FBI office in twenty minutes.”

“You really think this’ll do it?” she asked. “Shut The Ranch down?”

“Along with the files you stored on that server, which prove fraud. What you got today will back up the women’s claims that the Kellers were threatening to keep their children from them.”

“Have any made those claims?”

“Not yet, but once the FBI gets warrants and questions everybody on-site, at least a few should open up, don’t you think?”

“There are a couple who haven’t been sucked in by his lies.”

Michael’s eyes crinkled in the mirror. “You did good, Eliza. Your testimony will be the key that puts the Kellers away for a long time. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they try to disappear.”

“That’s not going to be as easy as they might have thought,” Eliza said.

Sam twisted to face her. “What do you mean?”

“Our business account is set up at that bank. I just wired the money out.”

“You did what?” He practically shouted at her.

Michael’s eyebrows lifted in the rearview. “To where?”

“Another account. I’m not going to spend it. I just didn’t want them to have access. I mean, they still have the operating budget for The Ranch—maybe ten or fifteen thousand. Nothing like what was in the bullion account. I have no idea how long it’ll take for the FBI to freeze their assets—if they will—and even if they do, would they be able to freeze a corporate account, one not in the Kellers’ names?”

“Whose name was it in?” Sam asked.

“The bullion business was mine. They didn’t want it associated with them or The Ranch, and they figured they could trust me.”

“Wow.” Sam was nodding slowly.

“We started with their money, though. We had a contract. I got a share.” She smiled at him. “I’m not as destitute as I look.”

“I never thought—”

“Why didn’t they clean it out already?” Michael asked. “Right after you disappeared?”

“I put a hold on it. I opened an account at a different bank from the airport last week. I planned to transfer the money out as soon as it was operational, but…amnesia.”

“Right,” Sam said. He didn’t look happy. “Smart, except you gave them even more incentive to find you.”

“They already had all the incentive they needed. I’m trying to destroy them.”

“I see what you’re saying.” Sam was still facing her, his lips lifting.

Those little wrinkles around his eyes were new. She liked them.

“I’m impressed at everything you managed. The business and the evidence and… You’re incredibly competent.”

She shrugged, not able to hold back a smile.

Sam’s phone rang, the sound loud through the speakers.

He glanced at the screen. “No idea.” He rejected the call.

“It could be business,” she said. “Shouldn’t you answer it?”

“Probably.” It rang again, almost immediately. “Huh. Same person.” He lifted the phone and rejected it again.