I looked at the USB drive sitting on the counter between us and did not reach for it immediately.
That restraint cost me something. Every instinct I had was pulling toward it, toward the information inside it, toward the next piece of the picture that had been assembling itself since I had stood in Victor’s study in the dark with a phone and a set of copied keys. But reaching for it too quickly would tell Lillian something about where my control was, and I needed her to understand that my control was solid.
I picked up my coffee instead.
“Where did you get it?” I asked.
“Sena,” Lillian said. “The woman Gerald sent to find me. She brought documents on her first visit but she came back eight months later with this. She said Gerald had retrieved it from Rourke before Rourke disappeared.”
