I hit the side of my car again, the metal cold against my lower back.

My phone screen lit up in his hand.

“There is a passcode,” Marcus said.

Victoria sighed, looking annoyed.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said.

“Throw it in the river on the way back.”

She stepped into the back seat of the SUV.

The leather interior looked plush and dark.

“What about her?” Marcus asked, pointing at me.

“Leave her,” Victoria said.

“She has nothing left to prove her claims.”

The door of the SUV slammed shut, muffling the sound of her voice.

Marcus threw my empty canvas bag onto the concrete.

He pockets my phone and the USB drive.

I watched him walk around to the driver’s side.

My chest felt tight, and I could feel my pulse racing in my throat.

I couldn’t let them leave with everything.

I looked at the concrete pillar to my left.

There was a red fire alarm pull station mounted near the hose cabinet.

If I could reach it, the entire building would go into lockdown.

The security gates at the garage exit would drop automatically.