“And all the evidence points directly to Elena.”

“We need to get these back to the car,” Luke said, closing the box.

“If we can present this to Arthur before the board meeting, we can stop the lawsuit.”

Suddenly, the beam of Marco’s flashlight flickered.

A low shadow fell across the concrete floor of the unit.

We all froze.

Outside, the sound of the rain was interrupted by the crunch of wet gravel.

A car door slammed closed in the distance.

Then, another.

Marco instantly reached into his jacket, his hand resting on the grip of his weapon.

“We have company,” Marco whispered.

Luke stepped in front of me, shielding me from the open doorway.

He grabbed the black plastic box, holding it tight against his chest.

The shadows on the wet gravel outside grew longer.

A bright pair of headlights swept across the opening of our unit, blinding us for a split second.

A car had pulled up directly behind Marco’s sedan, blocking the exit.

I held my breath, clutching my stomach.

The sound of footsteps neared, slow and deliberate in the puddles.