“Keep your distance,” Julian said. “Do not turn on the headlights yet.”

Our sedan rolled slowly forward.

We crawled along the curb, keeping fifty yards between us and Bennett.

The rain soaked his coat as he walked, his head bowed against the wind.

“He is going to the office,” I said.

“At this hour?” Julian asked.

“The physical servers are at the Park Avenue headquarters,” I said.

“The original paper recipes are in the vault there,” I added.

“The digital files are only half of what Yamato needs,” Julian realized.

“They need the original handwritten notebooks to verify the authenticity for the patent office,” I said.

“We cannot let him get into that building,” Julian said.

“We do not have the court order yet,” I reminded him. “Technically, he still has access.”

“We have the housekeeper,” Julian said. “Marta is inside.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed Marta’s number.

The phone rang three times before she answered in a whisper.

“Mrs. Whitlock?” Marta asked.

“Marta, is anyone else in the Park Avenue apartment or the offices?” I asked.