“One press of a button, and the leak begins.”

“You have five minutes to let me walk out of here with my files.”

Just then, the outer glass door rattled.

A second police officer stepped inside, his uniform dripping with rain.

“Is there a problem here, Mr. Graves?” the officer asked.

Nathaniel looked at the officer, then back at Dunleavy.

“Yes, Officer,” Nathaniel said.

“But it is a problem we are about to solve.”

Dunleavy’s phone suddenly lit up in his pocket, vibrating against his hip.

He reached down slowly, his eyes never leaving Nathaniel.

He pulled the phone out and looked at the screen.

His face went completely still.

Dunleavy stared at the small screen, his thumb hovering just above the glass.

His breathing had become shallow and fast.

The harsh light from the phone cast a pale, blue glow over his sharp cheekbones.

“This is a mistake,” Dunleavy muttered, though his voice lacked its previous venom.

Nathaniel did not move.

He stood with his feet planted, his shoulders square beneath his tailored coat.

“The only mistake was thinking you could hide behind my family’s name forever,” Nathaniel said.