We bolted out the back and ran through the dark until we reached the car. Sarah was already inside with the engine running.
“Did you get the ledger?” she gasped.
I showed her the backpack. We sped away into the night.
Back at the office, we opened the ledger. It contained dates, names, and amounts.
“Final solution,” one entry read. “Insurance payout. Fire set for Thursday.”
He had written his own confession. Sarah smiled a cold and satisfied smile.
“He thought he was too smart to get caught,” she said.
By morning, the local detectives had the evidence. I sent one final text to Dominic.
“Meet me at the park fountain at noon. Bring the money,” I wrote.
He agreed instantly. He thought he could still fix his mistake.
I sat on the bench with a wire taped to my skin. Dominic approached me with a look of false relief.
“Ayira, thank God you are okay,” he began to lie.
“I know everything, Dominic,” I said calmly.
His face transformed into something monstrous. He realized his mask had slipped forever.
He reached for a knife in his pocket. “You ruined everything,” he hissed.
But the police were already moving in from every direction. The struggle was short and violent.
It was finally over.
The trial lasted months, but the evidence was undeniable. Dominic went to prison for a very long time.
Years later, Toby and I live in a small cottage near the coast. It is not fancy, but it is ours.
Toby sleeps through the night now. Sometimes he asks if I really believed him at the airport.
“I believed you, and I always will,” I tell him.
