He slowly closed his own leather binder and stood up.

“We are going to take our recess now,” Daniel said.

He gripped Grant’s shoulder, forcing him to stand up.

Grant rose slowly, his legs looking weak under his tailored suit.

As they walked toward the small consultation room at the back of the suite, the door to the main hallway opened.

A security guard stepped in, looking nervous.

“Excuse me,” the guard said, looking at Lena. “There are federal marshals in the lobby.”

The guard looked past her to where Grant was standing.

“They have a warrant for Mr. Mercer’s arrest,” the guard said.

The room went completely still, the only sound the steady rain against the glass.

Daniel’s face went pale under the fluorescent lights.

“How many?” Daniel asked the guard.

“Four,” the guard replied, his hand resting on the heavy wood of the doorframe. “Two are by the elevators, and two are already on their way up.”

Grant took a step backward, his heel catching on the leg of his chair.

The chair scraped against the hardwood floor with a sharp, dry shriek that made everyone flinch.