“They’re already there, Adrian,” Leo’s voice sneered through the earpiece. “One phone call, and she doesn’t make it to her next appointment.”

Adrian was silent for a long moment.

Through the earpiece, I could hear his slow, measured breathing.

“Take it,” Adrian said.

There was a faint plastic click as the flash drive changed hands.

“Smart man,” Leo said. “Now, let me verify the balance.”

I heard the sound of keys tapping on a laptop keyboard.

The silence in our car was deafening.

Suddenly, a loud beep sounded through the audio feed.

“What is this?” Leo demanded, his voice suddenly sharp.

“What’s wrong?” Adrian asked.

“The screen,” Leo muttered. “It’s blank. The accounts are locked.”

In the front seat, Miller’s radio suddenly crackled to life with a quiet hiss of static.

“Team Two, stand by,” a voice whispered from the dashboard speaker.

Miller did not answer.

He kept his eyes fixed on the dark warehouse across the street, his gloved hand resting on the steering wheel.

Inside the speaker, the static hummed, carrying the sound of Leo’s heavy, uneven breathing.

“You’re bluffing,” Leo said, his voice rising in pitch.