Adrian was already in the elevator when I turned around.
He'd seen the alert from the car. Of course, he had. He walked into the penthouse lobby with his phone in his hand and the expression of a man who had slept exactly zero hours in the last twenty and had just been informed that the thing they'd spent two weeks building had developed a critical fracture.
"Reyes?" I said.
"Already calling her." He put it on speaker as we stepped into the elevator. It rang four times an eternity for a woman who'd answered in two seconds every previous time before connecting.
"I know." Reyes's voice was tight in a way it hadn't been three hours ago. The operational calm is still present but compressed. "We're running the breach assessment now. Someone accessed the arrest timeline. We're working to i
