The dashboard clock showed seven-fifty.

We had ten minutes.

Nathan pulled the SUV into the private parking garage under the tower.

He didn’t bother with the executive parking spot.

He parked the car right in front of the elevator bay, the tires screeching on the painted concrete.

“Johnny, Paul, Lily, stay in the car,” Nathan said, turning around to face them.

“Keep the doors locked.”

“If anyone tries to come near you, call the police immediately.”

“We’re coming with you,” Johnny said.

“No,” Nathan said.

“It’s safer for you here.”

“We just need the phone with the recording.”

Johnny handed his phone to Nathan, his hand steady.

“Make her pay for what she did,” Johnny said.

Nathan took the phone and slipped it into his pocket.

He turned to me, his eyes dark and filled with a fierce determination.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I looked at the folder in my lap, then at him.

“Yes,” I said.

We got out of the car, the heavy concrete of the garage echoing with the sound of our closing doors.