“Your drive has a Trojan horse.”

Philip went pale, his eyes widening.

“What? No, that’s impossible. Daniel gave it to me.”

“Daniel is trying to protect himself,” Lena said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Philip.

“He wanted us to destroy our own evidence so the civil discovery would fall apart.”

“The courier is downstairs right now,” the receptionist reminded us, still holding her tablet.

“Bring him up,” I said.

A minute later, a young man in a wrinkled gray suit entered the room.

He looked barely out of law school, his collar damp from the autumn rain outside.

He handed a yellow legal pad sheet to Lena.

“Mr. Lind sent me,” the boy said, his voice trembling.

“He said he’s not going down for Grant’s obstruction charges.”

“What is this?” Lena asked, studying the handwritten characters on the paper.

“Those are the master keys to the Lexington server,” the boy said.

“Daniel kept them in his personal safe. He told me to tell you he has nothing to do with the offshore accounts.”

Lena scanned the codes, a sharp smile touching her lips.