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Sage closes her eyes.
I tighten my grip on the phone.
“If you hurt him—”
“I don’t want Frank.”
“What do you want?”
“The ledger and the key.”
My gaze moves to both objects on the table.
“You’ll release him?”
“I’ll trade him.”
“Where?”
Patrick laughs quietly.
“You don’t give the orders this time.”
The call disconnects.
Taylor looks at his screen.
“Not long enough to trace.”
Sage steps around Will.
“He knows we found it.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Nobody answers.
I look at the interview-room camera.
Cruz disabled the recording.
But the small red light above the lens is glowing again.
Someone turned it back on.
Someone is watching us.
And Patrick Dalton knows exactly where we are.
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Someone is watching us.
The red light above the camera glows.
