Lena's POV
The keypad sound stopped.
Then started again.
Someone on the other side trying the code — getting it wrong, or trying a variation, or testing sequences. Not random. Methodical. The specific patience of someone who knew the code was findable and was working toward it.
I looked at Damian.
His face in the screen-light was doing the controlled version of something that wasn't controlled underneath. He was watching the external cameras simultaneously — the seven figures at the entrance, the figure at the rear — and running calculations I could almost see.
"How many people know that code?" I said quietly.
"Four," he said. "Reeves. My lawyer. Catherine." He paused. "And one other."
"Who?" I said.
He held my gaze.
"Someone who should be in a holding facility right now," he sai
