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“You’re not asking for much.”

“It’s the payment Brantwood requires for their… generous offer,” Amber said. Gerrard. “Ma’am,” he said, smiling at her. “It’s a Swiss bank.”

“I see,” Amber said. “You know it’s the only thing that’s kept me alive and my family fed for all these years, right?”

“Mm.” Amber adjusted her glasses and said, “I’m aware. Amber fished a handkerchief from her bag, stood up, pulled her glasses off her face, and began wiping away the crimson droplets clinging to her lenses. “It’s a Swiss bank.”

“I see,” Amber said. “Very good,” Amber said. It was understandable; the information he held had been his lifeline for so long that the possibility of giving it up had to seem tantamount to suicide. I think we’re done here.” She glanced up at a camera hanging in the corner. Phillip Castor could not say the same. “Ah. He was wearing cargo pants and a button-down short-sleeve shirt, making it look more like he was on a beach vacation than serving a sentence in prison.