Chapter 5: The Suitcase
I walked to the hidden safe inside my closet.
Behind jewelry I never loved and handbags I never cared about sat a black carry-on suitcase I had packed three months earlier.
Passports.
Contracts.
Bank records.
Two encrypted phones.
I changed into jeans, a black sweater, and sneakers.
No diamonds.
Nothing that belonged to Mrs. Whitmore.
By 4:00 a.m., I was driving toward Los Angeles International Airport while the city still slept beneath ribbons of streetlight and fog.
On one encrypted phone, I texted my attorney.
“Proceed with the plan.”
Her reply came immediately.
“Already in motion.”
By 8:00 a.m., Ethan woke inside the penthouse suite with a pounding headache.
Vanessa was still curled beside him, smiling in her sleep.
He reached for his phone.
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