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She watched as he entered the digits.

A moment later, the lock clicked open.

A flutter of excitement filled her.

Jason began to pull out the contents: folders full of documents, photographs, and what appeared to be financial records dating from a decade ago.

Jason spread everything across the floor where they sat.

“This is incredible.” Jason began photographing pages with his phone. “Bank account numbers, names of people involved, records of every transaction he made for them.”

“What kind of transactions do you think these are?”

“Money laundering, just like he told us. But also identity fraud, falsified disability claims, even some stuff about importing medical equipment that wasn’t actually medical equipment.” Jason held up a photograph showing Lloyd with several men Olive didn’t recognize. “And look at this.”

Olive moved closer. In the picture, Lloyd looked younger, maybe in his forties, and he stood outside what appeared to be a warehouse. The men with him had the hard look of career criminals.

“Do you recognize any of them?” she asked.

“Not really. But I’ve got to believe these men were involved with all this.”

As Jason continued photographing documents, Olive’s gaze was drawn to a folder labeled “Insurance Claims—Special Cases.”

She opened it. Inside were medical records for dozens of people, all claiming disabilities that would qualify them for government benefits.

She held up one of the files. “Jason, what if these aren’t real patients? Some of the names and addresses . . . they seem off.Like this one, instead of Willow Lane it’s Wilow Lane. It could look like a mere typo while actually being very purposeful. And some of these names are generic—Smith, Jones.”

“You think they’re fraudulent disability claims?”

“I think it’s a possibility that your dad was creating fake patients and fake medical conditions to steal government money.”

Jason’s voice was heavy with disappointment as he said, “This might just be even bigger than we thought.”

CHAPTER 34

Olive and Jason worked quickly, photographing everything they could. The evidence was overwhelming—years of fraud, money laundering, and what appeared to be a sophisticated criminal operation using Lloyd’s medical practice as its hub.

“We’ve got enough here to—” Olive stopped mid-sentence as red and blue lights suddenly flooded the room through the window.

Police cars had surrounded the building.

“What?” Jason spat out the word. “How did they know we were here?”

Olive peered through the window and counted three patrol cars, with more arriving. Officers took positions around the building, covering all the exits.

Her breath caught.

“I figured someone was tracking us,” she realized. “They must have reported us.”

The sound of car doors slamming echoed from the parking lot, followed by the crackle of police radios.

She and Jason were trapped in a building surrounded by law enforcement, with a box full of evidence that implicated Jason’s father in decades of criminal activity.

“We need to hide this information.” Olive began stuffing it back into the safe. “We can’t let the police know about it. Not yet.”

“I agree. For now, it’s better if they don’t know.” Jason began to help her.

Just as they finished, a voice echoed through the building, amplified by a bullhorn.