Chapter 4

I sent Klara the photo of the lighter with "F.B. & H.K." carved into it.

Three whole minutes went by before Klara finally texted back.

"Arianna, listen to me," Klara said. "Whatever you do, don't act impulsively—and don't let him suspect anything. I'll find you a lawyer. Just wait for my message."

I set my phone down and slipped the printed documents into a manila envelope.

I stashed the envelope in my work backpack.

Franklin never even looked at that bag.

He had zero interest in my job.

For five years, he'd never once asked how many planes I guided…