Page 110 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“It’s almost been a minute,” Grant says.

Four. Seven. Two. Six.

And they’re off.

“Run,” I shout.

We both sprint down the hall to the door. I use a hairpin to unlock the door, and we slam it shut behind us.

“Fuck,” I whisper, out of breath.

“We did it. Fifty-six seconds.”

“Good. That’s good. Now we only have a few minutes until guards come searching in here to make sure there are no intruders. Where do you think she keeps her documents?”

Grant scans the room and settles on a door near the bar area.

“In there. Cordelia was in that room while I was here. It has to be important.”

We dart across the room and into a hidden oasis. A stream flows through it, and there is greenery everywhere.

“Wasn’t expecting this,” he murmurs.

“I’ll say.”

“Over there.” He points across the room.

I spot the same discreet-looking decorative cabinet. It looks out of place in this room.

Grant opens it up, and there’s a large safe sitting in it. I hook up the same device to try and crack the code.

“What is this thing?” Grant asks.

“Our ticket to information.”

“Fair enough.”

The numbers run again, and it gives me the code.

“Does this work for everything?”

I laugh.

“Yes.”

“Can I get one?” he teases.

“Later, Sinclair.”

“I like it when you boss me around.”

I roll my eyes as I punch in the code.

“Alright. Here we go!” he says.

Opening it up, we find a thick file.

A search through the documents reveals numerous players in the operation. Grant holds the files out as I snap a picture of each one. As he flips through them, I realize that this really is it.

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