My breath caught in my throat.

“Derek did this,” I said, my voice shaking as I clutched the edge of the mahogany desk. “He knows the transport schedules. I saw those files on his computer weeks ago, before I ran.”

Vincent did not look at me.

He picked up a heavy black radio from the desk and pressed the button.

“All teams, this is Moretti,” he said. “Initiate lockdown protocol three. Guard the perimeter of the estate.”

A static hiss replied, followed by a brief confirmation from his security captain.

“We need to move you, Clara,” Vincent said, finally turning his dark eyes toward me.

“But what about your men at the docks?” I asked.

“They can handle themselves,” Vincent said. “But you are the target.”

Before he could say more, Leo’s tablet chirped again.

A harsh, buzzing sound filled the room.

“Boss, we have a second breach,” Leo said, his face tightening. “Route nine. The armored van carrying the overseas shipments just went dark.”

Vincent’s jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind.

“He is hitting us systematically,” Vincent murmured. “He is trying to choke our distribution.”