He was staring at the glowing screen of my phone, which was still lit up on the table.

A new notification banner appeared at the top of the glass.

It was an email alert from the Securities and Exchange Commission’s regional office.

The subject line was short and contained only a case number and my name.

“The SEC,” Daniel murmured, his voice barely a breath.

“They’ve been waiting for the secondary keys,” I said.

“The keys you gave me on our fifth anniversary,” I added. “The ones to the private server.”

Daniel took another step toward me, but Marcus Vance reached out and caught his arm.

“Daniel, don’t,” Marcus said. “There’s a crew downstairs.”

“What do you mean, a crew?” Daniel asked, shaking his arm free.

“The local news vans,” Marcus said, his voice dropping. “Two of them just pulled up by the fire hydrant.”

“They’re blocking the alley,” Marcus added.

Through the dirty glass of the loft window, I could see the blue and red lights beginning to flash against the brick wall of the building opposite us.

They weren’t just news vans.