The search turned out to be laughably simple. After knocking on the door to be sure Lowther was gone, Rafe used his master key to enter. Compared to the meager decor of the rest of the building, Lowther’s choices were a shock. Leather furniture, thick carpeting, what might be original artwork on the walls, and a god-damned marble back-lit wet bar that would have been at home in any upscale hotel penthouse. The man hadn’t stinted himself on anything.
Rafe dismissed the computer on the huge glass-topped desk—it was connected to the facility’s network. The desk itself was locked, but a little careful effort with a paper clip took care of that. Some digging turned up a tablet casually concealed in the bottom drawer. Not very secure, but if Lowther kept it hidden, it must be valuable. Rafe pow
