Noah walked into the trap ten minutes later.
Sarah lay on the bed, eyes closed, listening to the rhythm of the apartment. She heard the front door click shut. The squeak of his cheap sneakers on the hardwood.
"Sarah?" he called out softly.
She didn't answer. She kept her breathing slow and heavy, mimicking deep sleep.
She heard him walk into the kitchen.
He stopped.
Sarah’s heart hammered against her ribs. He was standing right in front of the counter. The tablet was there, glowing invitingly, the banking app open to a screen that looked like a financial crisis.
Touch it, she thought. Just touch it.
In the kitchen, Noah reached out. His hand hovered over the glass. He needed to know if Krell had moved the children. The answer was right there, one tap away.
Then, he saw it.
A tiny
