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“Garage stair camera looped at five forty-six for four minutes. Steel door wasn't forced.”

“The keypad?”

“Correct code first try.”

Everything inside me goes cold.

“No failed entries?”

“None.”

“Pry marks?”

“No.”

“Lock tampered?”

“No.”

Only a handful of people know that code. Me. Hyde. Nevermore. CSI, because he installed the damn system.

That list is short enough to make a man paranoid.

“Could Razor have watched me punch it in?”

“No camera angle gives him the keypad. You cover it with your hand most times anyway.”

I hear Nevermore talking quietly to somebody.

“Say it.”

“Later.”

“Say it now.”

A pause.

Then Nevermore's voice comes through.

“Either Razor had club-side help or Ravenfork has access to something we thought was secure.”

The shipment roads. The camera loops. The tracker. My apartment.

Sweet.

Separate problems until they started touching.

“Hyde know?”

“Standing next to you, ain't he?”

I look at Hyde.

He nods. “Every code changes tonight. Nobody moves alone until we know what the hell we're dealing with.”

“Sweet first.”

“Obviously.”