“I am fine,” I said, standing up and brushing the glass off my coat.

“We have to go,” Aries said.

“He has the security codes for the entire harbor.”

“Will he go to the police?” I asked.

“No,” Aries said.

“He will go to his buyers.”

“And they will want the manifests.”

We hurried down the narrow stairs of the warehouse.

The rain was coming down harder now, washing over the asphalt of the shipyard.

Aries’s black sedan was parked near the fence.

We got in, and Aries started the engine.

He did not turn on the headlights until we cleared the main gate.

“Where are we going?” I asked, clutching my hands in my lap.

My fingers were still trembling.

“Back to your atelier,” Aries said.

I looked at him in surprise.

“Why my shop?” I asked.

“It is the last place they will look tonight,” Aries said.

“And I have my backup servers wired through your building’s grid.”

“You did what?” I asked.

“I own the building, Sienna,” he said quietly.

“I secured it three years ago.”

“I need to access the shipping manifests before Killian wipes them.”