“I’m not leaving you to face them alone,” I said.

“They have no authority over me,” Daniel said, grabbing his coat. “But if they find you here, they will take you. You need to get to your accountant.”

I nodded, grabbing Mia’s hand.

We moved quickly through the back door of the office, stepping into a narrow, brightly lit service corridor.

The smell of industrial cleaning fluid and old cardboard filled the air.

We hurried down the concrete stairs, our footsteps echoing against the walls.

My phone buzzed again in my pocket.

I pulled it out as we reached the bottom landing.

It was a text from an unknown number.

*He knows about the files. Get out of the city.*

I shoved the phone back into my purse and pushed open the heavy exit door.

The cold night air hit my face, a sharp contrast to the stuffy hallway.

Rain poured down in sheets, soaking my hair and clothes instantly.

Mia pulled her hood over her head, her teeth chattering.

“Where do we go?” she asked, looking around the dark alley.

“We find Arthur,” I said.