{SASHA}
It takes us several hours to go through the files.
Tyler got bored fast, so eventually, I took the laptop up to the study and let Tyler wander in and out of the secret door to the library at will while I pored over the lists. But when I come across one name buried deep in the documents, I slam a fist down hard on the desk, making him jump where he's laid himself out on the sofa across the room.
"What is it?" he demands, coming back to the desk to look over my shoulder.
I jab a finger at one particular name.
"Well, shit," Tyler breathes.
"That's one way to put it."
Tyler pulls out his phone, but I grab his hand before he can call the person I know he was going to call. "No," I say gently.
"But Gloria needs to know."
"Yes, but we can't trust this information to a phone conversation."
Tyler puts his phone down on the desk, his eyes intense, and leans over me. "She deserves to know..."
