The box spent the night in Marty’s firm’s vault, and by seven the next morning Sienna had stopped asking herself who had told Cole there was still a fire, because the list of candidates was one name long and it had spent the week shouting from a parking lot.
“Grant,” Tessa said on the phone, unprompted, because seventeen years of friendship meant they now arrived at conclusions simultaneously. “He’s got nothing left to sell except what he knows. And what he knows is that you’ve been digging.”
“He doesn’t know what we found.”
“He doesn’t need to. He just needs Cole nervous enough to pay for the rumor.” A pause. “Which means the clock on everything just got shorter.”
“I know.” Sienna watched the arena come into view through the windshield. “So we move the thing that can’t wait to the fro
