“They were sending a message,” she said quietly.
“What do they want from me?”
Her expression darkened.
“We think Owen hid something in your name before his arrest.”
I shook my head violently. “I don’t know anything!”
“I know.”
“But they don’t,” Agent Reeves said from behind her.
Then he placed a thin manila folder on my kitchen counter.
Inside was a bank statement.
An offshore account in the Cayman Islands.
Balance: $11.4 million.
Account holder: ELISE HARPER.
My vision blurred.
“That’s impossible.”
Reeves flipped to the final page.
There, attached beneath the account documents, was a handwritten note recovered from Owen’s prison cell.
If anything happens to me, Elise has the key.
And suddenly, for the first time since my husband’s arrest…
I realized Owen may not have told me everything before the FBI took him away.
