I married a prisoner for money while he was serving a twelve-year sentence — but after his conviction was overturned, he came to my apartment with a black box and said, “Now it’s my turn to be honest.”

“Did he bring a black case into your apartment?”

I looked toward the open box.

“Yes.”

Eleanor took a sharp breath.

“Stay away from those documents.”

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t understand what he’s dealing with. Those records involve powerful people, Nora. People who will do anything to protect themselves.”

I looked at Julian.

He stood motionless.

Then Eleanor said something that made my blood run cold. GetWriting Tools

“I have a car waiting outside your building. Bring the box downstairs, and I’ll transfer five million dollars to your account tonight.”