Jace:
I’d spent the last week buried in Camden's storage unit. Every morning I'd unlock the faded blue door. Every evening I'd leave with more questions than answers. Boxes. Invoices. Financial records. Shipping manifests. Construction permits. Wire transfers. Everything was organized so meticulously it almost scared me. Cam had been building a case. Against somebody. The only problem… I hadn't figured out who.
My phone buzzed as I sat cross-legged on the concrete floor with another banker box open in front of me. Reid.
I answered without taking my eyes off the paperwork. "Yeah?"
"Dude."
"What?"
"I haven't seen you in a week."
"I've been busy."
"I know."
"You've become one with cardboard."
I smiled. "I smell like dust."
"I bet you do. And old paper."
"Probably."
He sighed dram
