"You’re not under arrest, Mr. Lockhart, but you are not permitted to leave this floor," the lead federal agent said, his thumb hooked into the tactical strap across his chest as he blocked the doorway of Room 402.
"Then call it what it is," I snapped, taking a hard step into his space until his chin tilted up. "You’ve locked two citizens inside a federal building without a warrant because Sterling Vance asked for a favor."
Beside me, Vivienne sat motionless at the scuffed metal table, her fingers pressed flat over the leather dossier containing our forged mandate. She didn't flinch, but I could hear the sharp, shallow rhythm of her breathing in the small room.
"Administrative holding," the agent replied, his voice completely devoid of feeling. "The Special Agent in Charge is currently a
