“Her,” Chloe whispered, her voice shaking with an ancient rage. “The cleaning lady. She didn’t just clean your office, Bruno. She’s been using your administrative login for the last three weeks from the smart-vacuum’s embedded Wi-Fi router. The feds aren’t just coming for the money, Bruno…”
Chloe swallowed hard, a cold sweat breaking out across her forehead as she looked toward the open window.
“They brought a forensics team. They’re digging up the backyard right now. They found your first wife.”
