“Drive-by,” Declan said, spitting a bit of drywall onto the floor. “One car. Automatic weapons. They weren’t trying to clear the house. They were targeting this room.”

Roman walked slowly into the library, his leather shoes crunching on the glass.

He stopped near the desk and looked down at me.

“Are you intact?” Roman asked.

“I’m fine,” I said, standing up and brushing the white dust from my jeans.

I held the ledger tightly against my ribs.

Victor Salvi entered next, his silver hair immaculate despite the chaos.

He looked at the bullet holes in the walls with a calm, analytical expression.

“They didn’t strike the main gate,” Victor said. “They bypassed the outer patrols. Someone knew exactly where the girl would be tonight.”

“Which means we have a leak,” Declan growled, reloading his weapon with a sharp click. “Or they want her dead before she can look at those accounts.”

I looked down at the ledger in my hands.

The cover was scuffed, but the pages were intact.

“They don’t want me dead,” I said.

The three men turned to look at me.