Scarlett’s POV
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like a swarm of angry bees. I sat in a steel chair, the walls of the federal safehouse pressing in on all sides. The hum of computers and murmurs of agents created a constant background, but it felt hollow somehow. Empty. Because one thing was missing.
The USB.
I kept turning it over in my mind. The last time I held it, it had been tucked safely into my jacket. Then, in a blur of adrenaline and fear, it disappeared. Gone. And with it, the key to Dad’s secrets the evidence that could bring down Kade, or at least track him.
Damien crouched beside me, elbows on his knees, jaw tight. “We’ll get it back.” His voice had the force of certainty I desperately wanted to believe.
I swallowed hard. “How? He’s already inside. Someone else could
