“Me, too,” Susan said from the counter with her mouth full.

Only Ngyun was left. He was still on the stool by the kitchen bar, bent over Susan’s laptop. Archie could hear the sounds of his fingers on the keyboard.

“Ngyun?” Henry said loudly.

Ngyun looked up from Susan’s laptop, startled. “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t listening.”

Henry smiled and scratched at the corner of his mouth. “Archie’s personal life stays in this room,” he said.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Ngyun said, eyes returning to the keyboard.

Archie didn’t know what to say. He heard the sound of an incoming text and saw Henry go for his pocket. Archie was still composing a speech a moment later when Henry stood up quickly. He held his phone out, showing an incoming text.

“The warrants just got signed,” Henry announced, grinning. “We’ve got teams mobilized around the island.”

“I’m going to pee,” Claire said, darting for the bathroom.

The island? They were going to storm the island?

“She’s not still on the fucking island,” Archie groaned.

But they were all standing, checking their phones, putting on their jackets.

Archie started to get up but Sanchez leaned forward and put a hand on his arm. “You’re staying here,” Sanchez said. “The first thing I did after watching your little sex tape was to station a unit downstairs, one in front of your family’s building, and one at Ms. Ward’s house.”

Archie could tell by his demeanor that there was no arguing. Sanchez was running the show.

“Where’s your weapon?” Sanchez asked.

“Desk drawer,” Archie said.

Sanchez walked to Archie’s desk, opened the drawer, and withdrew the gun. He checked the magazine for bullets and then walked it back and laid it on the coffee table in front of Archie.

Ngyun appeared next to Sanchez, carrying Susan’s open laptop. Stickers and decals plastered the back of the screen. HELLO KITTY. MARY’S CLUB. FOOD FIGHT. PEACE, LOVE, AND CUPCAKES. The ubiquitous outline of the state of Oregon with a green heart at its center.

“I’m going to need to keep this overnight,” Ngyun said to Sanchez. “There’s malware on it, all right, a RAP. That’s a remote administration tool. They can embed these Trojan horses in all sorts of things. It was probably attached to something Susan downloaded, a game, maybe.”

“I told you I haven’t downloaded anything weird from the Internet,” Susan called from the kitchen.

“You also haven’t updated your operating system in four years,” Ngyun called back. He looked down at Archie. “I should check all your computers,” he added. “I can start with your laptop tonight.”