Once done, she pulled out another wet wipe and ran it over the table’s surface and her chair. “How do I know you’ll keep your end of the deal?”
“As you’ll notice, there are two copies. He’s out cold.”
“And the recordings?”
“There won’t be any footage of you,” he said. “I understand your need for caution. She never entirely understood why so many people were so free with eye contact. There’s a key card, but that won’t be enough. They do a retinal and fingerprint scan.”
“Unfortunate but not impossible,” Amber said, picking up her phone. Despite the blood on the clothes and papers, she packed them, preferring not to leave them behind. “The kid in the surveillance room’s probably going to lose his job,” the officer said, mesmerized by the lifeless body. Phillip leaned forward, his hands pressed together as he gestured at Amber. “The ledger’s stored in a safe deposit box at Montreaux Heritage Bank.
