I knew Arthur Sterling. I knew how he operated.

He would arrive in his tailored suit, look at the warrant, look at the digital logs, and tell them they had zero leverage.

He would tell them their only choice was to cooperate and hope for a single-digit prison sentence.

But right now, we had a bigger problem than Grant’s legal defense.

The Aegis files were still actively streaming out of this house.

I looked around the library.

None of the computers here were turned on.

The server rack in the basement had already been shut down by our tech team.

“Where is the other terminal, Grant?” I asked.

Grant looked up, his eyes glassy and vacant. “What terminal?”

“Someone is downloading the rest of the Aegis package right now,” I said. “From inside this house.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “I only used the library computer.”

He was telling the truth; he was too terrified to lie convincingly right now.

I looked at my tablet. The transfer rate was climbing.

“Vance, keep them here,” I said.