CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Zero fell in stride with Cartwright when he was only a few yards from his car.
“Keep walking,” he said quickly.
Cartwright did a double-take, but he didn’t break his stride. “Zero! Jesus. Does Johansson know you’re here?”
“Not yet. I have questions for you. Just keep walking.” The two of them continued past Cartwright’s SUV and down the street at a casual pace. “You have my documents, everything I worked to build two years ago.” He gestured to the brown bag over Cartwright’s shoulder. “If those fall into the wrong hands, they’ll know exactly what to bury so that none of this comes to light. I need to know I can trust you, and the only way to do that is with the truth.”
“You should have come to me with this sooner,” Cartwright told him. “We could have stopped this be
