“How long?” I asked.

“Two minutes,” Daniel said.

“Maybe less.”

The man in the suit smiled again.

“That would be my associates,” he said.

“The real players.”

“This was just the advance team.”

I looked at Nora, then back at the man.

“Get up, Nora,” I said.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“My leg.”

Her ankle was bent at an unnatural angle.

They had broken it to keep her from running.

“Marcus,” I said into the radio.

“Get to the kitchen.”

“I need help moving Nora.”

“On my way,” Marcus replied.

The man in the suit watched me.

“You can’t win this, Adrian,” he said.

“You built an empire on secrets.”

“But secrets always find a way out.”

“This isn’t about secrets,” I said.

“This is about my daughter.”

I stepped closer to him and hit him with the barrel of the rifle.

He fell to his knees, clutching his face.

I grabbed the silver pen from his hand.

It wasn’t a pen.

It was a key.

A high-security electronic keycard.

It had the logo of the local marina on it.

“She’s at the dock,” I said.