Declan read the time again and pushed back the blanket. His hands had stopped shaking, and when his feet reached the floor, he already knew what records he wanted.
He sat up. Elias woke in the chair. “Declan, lie back down. You need to rest.”
Declan pulled out the IV without removing the tape first. A bead of blood formed at the puncture, reached his wrist, and dropped onto the linoleum between his bare feet.
“I need a terminal. Give me Sterling Tower’s security logs for the last seventy-two hours and everything recovered from Chloe’s cloud backups.”
Elias stepped in front of him. “What are you doing? You’re in no state to go anywhere.”
“Get out of my way, Elias.” Declan met his eyes until Elias moved.
At a borrowed terminal, Declan used the same search methods he used to trace micro
