I drew a deep breath, forcing down the pain churning in my abdomen, and pulled a battered flash drive from my pocket.
"Dennis, you really thought freezing the accounts and crippling Tyler would be enough to make me bow?"
I held the flash drive high, my voice dropping to something glacial.
"Every dirty transaction you've run for the past five years is on this drive. Every last entry in your secret ledger. One press of a button, and you and your pristine little wife can spend the rest of your lives behind bars."
The color drained from Dennis's face the instant he saw it.
He knew exactly what was on that drive.
Before I went to prison, I'd made a contingency—quietly copying the East District's core transaction records and hiding them where no one would think to look.
"Margot Delgado! You dare threaten me?!"
Dennis snapped. He ripped the pistol from his waistband and leveled it between my eyes.
"Hand over that drive! Or I swear you won't walk out of here alive!"
The tension in the hall was suffocating.
Every person in that room held their breath, unable to believe that Dennis had actually drawn a gun on the woman who once nearly died for him.