“Because of what happened upstairs,” I said.

I pointed a finger toward the ceiling of the garage, toward the lobby.

“The lobby has four security cameras,” I said.

“And there were at least six senior staff members standing near the reception desk.”

Lila’s mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.

“Arthur Vance does not tolerate public scandals,” I said.

“And the firm’s reputation is worth far more to him than Ethan’s career.”

I shifted the car into drive.

“Please step away from the vehicle, Lila.”

She did not move for a long second.

Then, slowly, she took two steps backward, her back pressing against the cold concrete pillar.

The folder remained in her hand, the pages fluttering slightly in the draft.

I rolled the window all the way up, sealing myself back into the quiet warmth of the car.

I let my foot off the brake.

The SUV rolled forward, past Lila, and down the ramp toward the street exit.

The afternoon traffic was heavy, but I merged smoothly into the lane.

My heart was beating in a slow, steady rhythm.

I did not feel victory.