“No,” Sarah said, her eyes wide. “It’s an internal server located inside the Harrington headquarters in New York.”

“The texts were sent from inside the building,” I said.

“Worse,” Sarah said, clicking a sub-folder. “Look at the routing path. It bypassed the standard firewall. It was sent from a terminal registered to a specific user.”

She clicked the user profile to expand the details.

The screen flickered.

Before the name could load, a red warning box popped up in the center of the monitor.

*Access Denied. Connection Terminated by Administrator.*

The screen went black.

Sarah’s keyboard went dead, the lights on her hard drive blinking rapidly.

“What happened?” I asked, panic rising in my throat.

“Someone just locked us out,” Sarah said, her voice shaking. “They detected the intrusion.”

The phone in my hand began to vibrate.

It was an unknown number.

I pressed the screen and put it to my ear.

“You should really stop digging, Emma,” a voice said.

It wasn’t Helena.

It was a man’s voice, low and smooth, one I didn’t recognize.

“Who is this?” I asked.