“Where are we going, Marcus?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.

I backed up until my shoulder hit the cold steel of the vault door.

“Away from Calder City,” he said.

“The audit ends tonight.”

“Victor will kill you,” I said.

“Victor is old,” Marcus replied. “His time is done.”

He lunged toward the faint light of my phone.

I dropped the phone to the floor and ducked to my right.

The metal casing of the phone cracked against the stone.

Marcus grabbed empty air, his hand brushing against my sleeve.

“Grab her!” he barked to the guards.

A flashlight beam cut through the dark, sweeping across the stone walls.

I scrambled backward into the shadow of a recess in the wall.

The air down here smelled of dust, mold, and wet wool.

“You don’t want to do this, Marcus,” I said, trying to draw his attention away from my actual position.

“Who paid you? Was it the Salvi rivals?”

The flashlight beam bounced off the steel vault door, then swung toward the corridor.

“It doesn’t matter who paid,” Marcus said.