The smoke was curling into the night sky, the Lancaster estate was burning in the distance. Isla hardly even looked at it, she just pressed a hand to her bleeding arm. The adrenaline was fading and the pain was kicking in.
Gabriel turned the SUV onto the main road, his expression inscrutable. Back in the rear, Nathaniel reloaded his weapon with cold efficiency. Next to him, Warren was a bundle of nerves, he was shaking all over.
Damien, seated in the passenger seat, rifled through the stolen drive on a locked laptop. The data was intact. Years of illicit transactions, offshore accounts, and evidence that would bring down Richard Lancaster’s empire.
“We did it,” Isla said hoarsely.
Damien didn’t look up. “Not yet.”
Isla exhaled sharply. He was right. Getting the data was one thing, usi
