“He’s bluffing about the commander,” Hayes whispered to us. “The commander is in a briefing until noon. Vance is using his administrative cover to stall.”

“If we stay here, we lose the window,” Reyes said.

He tapped the side of his tablet against his palm.

“I managed to download a local cache of the transfer logs right before the network died,” Reyes whispered. “But I need an external drive to decrypt them.”

“How much did you get?” Jake asked.

“Enough to see where the four hundred and eighty thousand dollars went,” Reyes said.

My head spun at the number.

Almost half a million dollars, stripped from our family trust while Jake was recovering in Germany.

“Is

“Is there any way to decrypt them right now?” I finished my question, my voice trembling as I tightened my grip on Owen.

“I need a high-capacity flash drive or a local server connection,” Reyes said, his fingers flying across the screen of his tablet.

Outside the frosted glass of the office door, Captain Vance’s silhouette shifted.

“Captain Jake Vance,” Vance’s voice boomed through the thin wood. “Open this door immediately.”