But it was safe behind my eyes.

*CH93-0485-2201-9941.*

*KY11-9023-4481-0052.*

I repeated them again, locking them into my memory like a lock combination.

Arthur turned back to me, his face twisted in desperation.

“You memorized them,” he said.

It wasn’t a question.

He knew me too well.

He knew my mind worked exactly like his did when it came to numbers.

“Tell me the codes, Lena,” he begged, taking a step closer. “We can still get to the car. Elias can get us out through the basement.”

“There is no basement exit,” I said. “Roman knows this building.”

“You don’t know what Roman will do to you when he finds out you burned his assets,” Arthur said.

“He won’t do anything to me,” I said.

“Because I am the only one who knows where the money is now.”

The door handle rattled.

Elias backed away from the entrance, his hands raised slightly in front of him.

“Mr. Whitmore, I’m out,” Elias whispered.

“Shut up,” Arthur hissed.

A heavy boot hit the center of the door.

The wood groaned, but the deadbolt held.