“Thanks.”
The call ended. Harlow set his phone on the counter and hung his head, studying the raised metal stopper that sat over the drain.
A professional. Someone who could access the convention center’s networks and override everything—the power, the backup generator, the security cameras…
There was only one man Harlow knew Evie and Shep were linked to who could pull off something like that. But why would Simon lie to him about his involvement?
Simon, with his sweet, startled eyes and his wavering smile. It didn’t seem right, but…
Something wasn’t right here—what he knew and what he’d been led to believe weren’t lining up. Evie was safe, at least for now, but could Harlow trust the situation when he knew he hadn’t been given the full story?
There was only one way to find out.
