Chapter 4

The burner phone is taped to the underside of Riley's desk drawer.

I find it while packing his home office—the room he claimed as his sanctuary, the one I wasn't supposed to enter without knocking. Marcus said to document everything, so I'm methodical. File folders stacked by year. Tax returns in chronological order. The Montblanc pen set his father gave him, still in its velvet case, unused.

The drawer sticks when I pull it. Something shifts inside with a plasticky scrape.

I flip the drawer over. Black electrical tape holds a cheap Android phone against the wood, the kind you…