I dressed quickly. Now what? Reid had my number. He’d call when they needed me, and I’d come back. After all, I hadn’t told him I wouldn’t leave the building.

It was time.

Time to take back my life in more ways than one.

32

Reid

I sat in my office while Hank Morgan questioned Rock. I was next, but in the meantime, I wanted to check in with my man on the inside.

I looked up when someone knocked on the door.

“Yeah. Come on in.”

A young man entered.

“Speak of the devil,” I said. “I was just going to call you. Have a seat.”

Leif Ramsey, a former Navy SEAL who’d been discharged due to a hip injury in the line of duty, sat down to face me. I’d hired him a few years ago as a kind of in-house spy. He was on the company’s payroll as an administrative assistant, but he was also on my personal payroll.

“Anything new?” I asked.

“I’ve asked around as well as I can without raising suspicion. No one remembers seeing your father access your office that day, but it was weeks ago and no one would really think twice if he went into your office.”

“Right. Why would they?”

“But there’s one thing that doesn’t quite jibe.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What’s that?”

“Your assistant. Terrence.”

Terrence? He’d been with me a while and did an incredible job. The guy got things done that no one else would be able to. He got me those great seats at Zee’s show in the middle of the night. He had contacts.

I inhaled deeply. “Spill it.”

Leif cleared his throat. “Terrence claims he doesn’t remember seeing anyone access your office on the day in question, but his calendar tells a different tale.”

“How so?”

“Luckily, I hacked into several personal calendars before I started questioning. I wanted to see if anything stood out before I asked questions. Otherwise, they might do some deleting. Not that I couldn’t recover deletions, but it would take time and energy that we don’t really have right now.”

“Got it. Go on.”

“His calendar indicates, or at least it indicated, that he was out of the office that day.”

“Where?”

“It didn’t say. Just said he took a personal day. So I figured when I questioned him, that’s what he’d tell me. But he didn’t. He said he didn’t remember seeing anyone access your office that day.”

Hmm. Strange. I wrinkled my forehead.

“Does Terrence take a lot of personal days?” Leif asked.

“No more than anyone else.” I opened my phone to my own calendar, pulling up the date of the phone call. “Strange. If he’d taken a personal day, I’d have had to approve it, and it would show on my calendar.”

“Do you always approve his personal days?”