“You won’t make it in time,” Arthur sneered, leaning back against the sleek glass wall of the office.

I ended the call and handed the phone back to him, my fingers trembling.

“You did this,” I said to him. “You’re throwing them out in the cold.”

“It’s a safety hazard, Claire,” Arthur said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “The pipes are rusted through. The wiring is a fire trap. I’m just doing my job as a responsible property manager.”

“You made it a fire trap,” Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously low.

Nathaniel stepped between me and Arthur, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the polished floor.

“Get out of my office, Arthur,” Nathaniel said.

Arthur blinked, his smile faltering slightly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Nathaniel said. “Go down to the lobby. Wait there for the police. Or try to run. It won’t make a difference.”

Arthur looked at the security guards standing by the double doors, then back at Nathaniel.

“You can’t prove anything,” Arthur muttered, though his voice lacked its previous strength.