“She had the physical ledger books in her briefcase.”

Alexander let out a long breath, his shoulders finally dropping.

“And Marcus Reed?” Alexander asked.

“He is in the transport vehicle outside your building right now,” the captain replied.

“Our officers are coming up to secure the remaining files.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Alexander said, and ended the call.

He set the phone on the polished mahogany table.

His hand was no longer trembling.

The glass doors of the boardroom rattled as a heavy gust of wind hit the building.

Down on the street, red and blue lights began to flash against the wet pavement.

The sirens grew louder, echoing up through the empty elevator shaft of the high-rise.

“They’re here,” Alexander said.

He did not look afraid anymore.

He looked tired, but his gaze was steady and clear.

The elevator bell chimed at the end of the hall.

Heavy, hurried footsteps crossed the marble lobby outside.

Three uniformed officers entered the boardroom, followed by Detective Harris.

Behind them, two more officers escorted Marcus Reed.

Marcus’s expensive wool coat was wet from the rain and badly wrinkled.