A few things spill out; pen, lip gloss, my keychain.
I start to bend down, but Warren’s already there.
He gathers the items with calm efficiency, slipping them back into my bag before handing it over.
“Careful,” he murmurs.
“Thanks,” I say quickly, flustered but already too focused on the win still buzzing in my blood.
As he moves toward the door, I set my purse straight and gather the file, my fingers shaking again, but not from nerves this time.
From adrenaline.
From power.
I’d just uncovered somethingmassive.
And whatever it means to him…
Idid it.
Ifoundit.
Pride swells in my chest.
He opens the door, pauses.
Doesn’t look back when he says:
“Good work, Ms. Baker.”
The door clicks shut behind him.
I exhale now that the air is breathable again.
Warren is no Wesley, butI can do this.
Chapter nine
War
Iflip Olivia’s key over in my hand, the metal warm from my pocket.
Small.Ordinary.
But it openseverything.
She’ll go home tonight and have no idea I’ve already been inside her world. Her kitchen. Her bed.
Every secret she thought she could keep in that quiet little apartment.
The thought sends a dark satisfaction crawling through me.
My phone vibrates against the desk.
The name flashes across the screen.
Declan Brooks.