The emergency lights in the hallway flickered back on, casting a dim green glow through the glass door.

Naomi let out a long breath and looked down at us.

“We need to leave,” Naomi said.

“Now.”

We hurried down the concrete fire stairs, avoiding the elevator entirely.

The cool night air of Seattle hit my face as we exited into the alley.

Rain was beginning to fall, slicking the asphalt under the streetlights.

We got into Naomi’s SUV, with Sienna huddled in the back seat.

“Where are we going?” I asked, looking back at the dark windows of the high-rise.

“My house is too obvious,” Naomi said, shifting the car into drive.

“We’re going to a secure office space I keep in West Seattle.”

“It’s registered under my sister’s maiden name.”

The drive was silent, filled only with the rhythmic clicking of the windshield wipers.

Twenty minutes later, we were inside a small, windowless basement office.

A single fluorescent light tube hummed overhead.

Naomi set her laptop on a metal folding table and plugged in the external hard drive.

“Sienna,” I said, sitting down next to her.