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Chapter 15
I sat up and looked at Kane.
He was already looking at me. Fully awake, the exhaustion gone, replaced by something sharp and still and completely focused.
I said: My father called you.
He said: Yes.
I said: When.
He said: Twenty minutes ago. While you were in the corridor with the others. My phone was in my jacket.
I said: You did not tell me.
He sat up and swung his legs to the floor and put his elbows on his knees and looked at the far wall. He said: I needed thirty seconds to decide how to tell you.
I said: Thirty seconds became two hours.
He said: No. I was going to tell you tonight. The call on your phone moved the timeline.
I stood up. Put distance between us because thinking required it.
I said: What did he say.
Kane turned to look at me. His grey eyes were not defensive. They were careful in the way they always were when he was about to deliver something that would cost him.
He said: Your father told me he knows what I have been building. The case. The evidence. He said he can make all of it disappear and I walk away clean if I pull back and let the board member resolve this quietly.
I said: He offered you a deal.
He said: He offered me a way out.
I said: And.
He looked at me steadily.
He said: I told him no.
The room held that word.
I said: Why.
He said: Because walking away clean means leaving everything in that room buried. It means Eli Cole spent three years hiding for nothing. It means Draven never gets answers. It means whoever this has hurt keeps getting hurt.
He paused.
He said: And it means you spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder.
I pressed my fingers against my sternum.
I said: You turned down a clean exit. For all of us.
He said: I turned it down for you. The rest of them are a consequence of that decision that I am entirely comfortable with.
I crossed back to him.
I took his face in both hands and he held completely still the way he always did when I touched him, like it required his full concentration. I kissed him once. Hard and brief. Then I pulled back.
I said: No more managing the information. No more deciding what I can handle and when.
He said: No more. I mean that.
We were in the east office within twenty minutes. All six of us, Eli included, crowded around Kane's laptop while he walked through the call from my father in full detail. Every word. No editing. The others listened without interrupting and when he finished the room was quiet for a beat.
River said: So your father tried to buy Kane off, Kane said no, and now your father and the board member are in a hotel room together recalibrating.
I said: Yes.
River said: And the unknown caller who tipped you off. We still do not know who that is.
Eli said: I do.
Every head in the room turned.
Eli looked at his hands for a moment. Then he said: When I went underground I did not go alone. There was someone else inside the board member's operation who had started to understand what they were part of and wanted out. They have been feeding me information for eighteen months. Last night when you found the room I told them to make contact.
Draven said: You had an inside source this whole time and you said nothing.
Eli said: I needed to be sure before I trusted anyone with it.
The look Draven gave his brother was complicated and layered and entirely their business. I did not look away from it. Watching them exist in the same room after three years apart was something I wanted to be a witness to.
Axel said: We need to meet this person.
Eli said: Tonight. They agreed to come in. They are already on campus.
I looked around the room. Kane with his jaw set and his eyes working through it. River leaning forward, elbows on knees. Axel standing with arms crossed and that watchful economy that missed nothing. Draven beside his brother with three years of questions he had not yet asked.
Eight days ago I had been crossing this campus trying to stay invisible.
Now I was at the center of all of it and the center felt, for the first time, like exactly where I was supposed to be.
The contact arrived at nine.
She was younger than I expected. Mid-twenties, sharp-eyed, carrying herself with the braced steadiness of someone who had been afraid for a long time and had gotten very good at not letting it show.
Her eyes moved around the room and settled on me.
She said: You are Sienna Cross.
I said: Yes.
She said: I have been watching this campus for six days. You move differently than they expected you to. They built their entire plan around you being someone you are not.
I said: What did they expect.
She said: Someone who could be frightened off. Someone who would see the shape of the danger and run back to wherever she came from.
She sat down at the table.
She said: I need to tell you everything. All of it. When I am done you are going to understand why your father is not the actual problem. He is a symptom. The person who has been running this from the beginning, the one who originally built the leverage over all of your fathers, is someone who has stayed completely out of frame.
Kane said: Give us a name.
She looked at him steadily.
She said: I will do better than that. I will give you a location, a timeline, and enough to make untouchable a temporary condition.
She opened her bag and placed a drive flat on the table.
The room held its breath.
She said: But there is one condition.
She looked directly at me and did not look away.
She said: What is on this drive will change what you know about every person in this room. Including the four men who have spent eight days making themselves indispensable to you.
The words settled over all of us like a change in air pressure.
She said: I need to know that whatever you find, you will not run from it.
I looked at Kane. The man who had turned down a clean exit at the cost of everything he had spent years building. At River who had shown up at six in the morning and never stopped showing up. At Axel who had slept outside my door and held my hand under a table and never once asked for recognition. At Draven who had come to this campus alone three years ago looking for his brother and had been quietly looking out for me before he knew my name.
Four men who had walked toward me every single time the easier thing would have been to walk away.
I looked back at her.
I said: Show me.
She reached for the drive.
And Draven said: Wait.
Every head turned.
His eyes were on the drive and his face had gone to a particular quality of still that I had learned meant he had seen something the rest of us had missed.
He said: Where did you get that.
She said: Eli gave it to me eighteen months ago. For safekeeping.
Draven looked at his brother.
His voice when he spoke was very quiet.
He said: Eli. That drive was in a sealed evidence box in the room. I watched Axel bag it this morning. It has not left this building.
The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds.
Then Axel moved.
And the woman who was not the contact reached the door before him by half a step and pulled it open and the corridor outside was not empty.
It was never going to be empty.
My father was standing there.
And beside him, with his hand on my father's shoulder in the particular way of someone who owned the space he stood in, was a man I had never seen before.
But Kane had.
Because Kane had gone the colour of ash.
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