“Yeah.” Maybe that would be another way in if he survived the next hour. Raider memorized the layout. There were three closed doors, one each in the remaining walls—the farthest one probably was an exit to outside. “You run your entire operation out of here?” He had to get into those other rooms somehow.

The first door opened, and Jonny P walked out. His chin lifted. “I still say we just shoot him.”

Eddie scowled. “That’s probably gonna happen. What does Josh think?”

Jonny shrugged. “He hasn’t said.”

Eddie chuckled. “I know. I was just kidding.” He escorted Raider to the nearest closed door, used another keypad, and pushed it open. “Josh doesn’t offer up much unless we ask. I like that about him. Come this way.”

Raider followed Eddie and kept his hands loose in case he needed to fight, but how the heck was he going to get out of there? The doors all had keypads. He’d known Eddie had stepped it up in the tech department, but he hadn’t realized how much. Could Brigid hack those doors? Probably. But she’d still be too much leverage for Eddie to use, and they’d made the right call in leaving her at headquarters, even though she hadn’t been happy about it.

Eddie’s office held a cherrywood desk with green marble center, thick leather chairs, and a fish tank that took up the entire wall behind him. Odd paperweights, including a bronzed brick, cluttered the desk along with a laptop that had been pushed to the side. He took a seat behind his desk and gestured for Raider to sit.

Jonny P entered behind Raider and shut the door, his armed presence adding weight to the atmosphere.

Raider sat and angled his head to better see the many black piranhas in the tank. “Is that a shark?” he asked.

“There are two sharks; they’re usually at the bottom swimming around. I just fed them all goldfish, so they’re fat and happy at the moment. Where’s my journal?” Eddie asked.

The air behind Raider heated as Jonny shuffled closer with the scrape of a boot. Raider reached into his jacket and pulled out half of the journal to hand over, along with two cassette tapes and one picture of Eddie with the future senator.

Eddie reached for the journal and flipped it over. “You actually cut it in two.”

“Right down the middle.” Raider kept his accent in place and leaned over to point. “I used steam to loosen the glue and then just pried it apart. Unfortunately, much of your business with the future senator is in the second half. The first half mainly deals with your father, God rest his soul.”

“Did you make a copy?” Eddie drawled.

“Nope. Told you I wouldn’t,” Raider lied, smiling.

“Right.” Eddie looked at the first half of the journal. “Information is power, my friend.”