Damon got to his feet, wincing as he held his ribs.

“Who is that?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

I held up a flat hand to silence him.

“How do you know they are coming, Elaine?” I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.

There was a long pause on the line, filled with static.

“I saw the alert,” Elaine said. “Just go. I’ll meet you at the harbor.”

The call went dead.

I stared at the black screen of my phone as the emergency red lights pulsed around us.

Marcus groaned on the floor, slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows.

“We have to move,” Damon said, stepping toward me. “The building is sealing itself.”

“No,” I said, backing away from him toward the terminal. “Look at the desk.”

A secondary monitor, powered by an independent backup battery, flickered to life.

My fingers flew over the keyboard, sticky with sweat.

“What are you doing, Nora?” Damon asked, his shadow falling over the console.

“The transfer failed, but the local log is still cached,” I said.

I needed to know how they had tracked me to Copper Harbor.