“Who else knew the code?” Roman asked.

I looked from the screen to his eyes.

The cold draft from the broken door blew into the room, carrying the smell of rain and wet asphalt from the street below.

“Only my father,” I said. “And Elias. Elias helped him set up the secure server at the estate.”

Roman didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed my wrist, his fingers tight against my skin, and pulled me toward the back stairwell.

“We have three minutes,” he said.

Our shoes clicked against the concrete steps as we ran down into the darkness of the lower level.

The air in the stairwell was cold and smelled of old dust and dry rot.

At the bottom of the stairs, a heavy metal door led to the alley behind the building.

Roman pushed it open.

The rain hit us instantly, cold and sharp against my face.

A black SUV sat idling in the shadows, its headlights turned off.

The rear door opened before we even reached it.

One of Roman’s men, a tall guard named Marcus, reached out to help me inside.