“Looks like he got himself into some trouble,” Victor added.
Second floor.
“What makes you think that?”
“No time,” Ethan said. “The guy pulling financials on staff ran the report this morning. A few names flagged.”
Third floor.
“Who else?”
“The temp,” Micah said.
My jaw tightened.
“Fuck,” I muttered, already knowing what that meant.
Fourth floor.
“Get me anything you have,” I said. “Everything.”
“We’re pushing it now,” Ethan replied. He didn’t continue.
“What aren’t you saying?”
The click on the other line made it clear he’d taken me off of speaker.
“We couldn’t keep this in-house anymore,” Ethan said. “We had to involve the police and?—”
“Spit it out,” I bit out, lungs burning as I took the last flight of stairs.
“They called the FBI. They want us to shut the system down.”
I froze outside the stairwell door on the fifth floor.
“You can’t,” I said. “Not until I get Mira away from him.” My chest tightened. If anything happened to her— “She’s still in the system?”
“Yes,” Ethan said quietly. “And I know.”
“Ethan,” my voice cracked, surprising me. This wasn’t a dominant or submissive thing; this had nothing to do with being her boss.
This was something else entirely.
“Victor’s stalling, but they are on their way and won’t be able to once they’re here.”
I wrapped my hand around the doorknob. “Actually, that might be exactly what we need. If we do it at the right moment, it will work in our favor. Tell him to be ready.”
“You got it.”
The line beeped and I was back on speaker.
Sirens wailed closer now. The Seattle PD and FBI were closing in, and I was running out of time.
I stepped into the hallway and stopped outside Mira’s apartment door.
Stan’s voice carried through the wood of the door.
But so did hers.
