“Or both,” Eleanor said.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the satellite image.

The dry dirt of the compound looked gray under the desert sun.

“If the lease is active, Gregory’s people are still monitoring the site,” I said.

“It’s too dangerous, Natalie,” Eleanor said, her hand reaching for my arm.

“It’s the only way to prove a modern conspiracy,” I said. “If there are active files or assets in that facility, the statute of limitations resets.”

“But Gregory has security,” Eleanor said. “He has resources we don’t have.”

“I have a federal commission and a badge, Mother,” I said.

“That won’t protect you if you walk into a trap,” she said.

The phone on the desk vibrated again.

I looked down at the screen.

It was an unlisted number this time.

I picked it up and slid the bar to answer.

“Natalie,” a voice said.

It was Gregory.

The room seemed to drop ten degrees.

“Gregory,” I said, keeping my voice flat.

“I understand you’ve been busy at the courthouse today,” he said.

I could hear the faint clink of glass in the background.