They walked across a patio to the building’s lobby, where a concierge stood at ease on a green marble floor. “Good morning, gentlemen. Welcome to Empyrean Towers. How may I help you?”

Holland held up his badge. “We’re going to 3711. You don’t need to announce us.”

The concierge straightened and raised his chin. “Sir, it’s Empyrean policy to announce all guests.”

“Your choice, Ace.” Holland shrugged. “You ring them before we get there, and we’ll come back and charge you with obstruction.”

The concierge’s eyes widened. He gestured toward the elevators. “First one’s the express to the upper floors.”

The elevator leapt upward with a suddenness that seemed to lift the men off their feet. When the doors opened to the thirty-seventh floor, Rivas and Holland found the entrance to 3711. They took out their guns. Rivas looked at Holland and pressed the doorbell. The door opened, and a young Asian man faced them.

“Santa Rosa Police.” Rivas waved his badge. “Are you Russell Tao? I have a warrant for your arrest.”

Russell nodded silently and stepped backward.

“Put your hands where I can see them.”

Inside the apartment, music played. Wilco singing “Far, Far Away.”

Holland pushed past Rivas into the living room, where another young man was on his knees beside an open suitcase.

Holland stood in front of him, Glock in hand. “Victor Banerjee? Santa Rosa Police. We have a warrant for your arrest. Let me see your hands and stand up.”

Holland waited while Victor stared back at him and slowly rose from the floor.

“Where on earth is Santa Rosa?” Victor asked.

When Rivas took over, Holland checked the rest of the condominium. He returned a minute later, shaking his head.

Holland patted down Victor and Russell. He removed their cell phones, handing one to Rivas and putting the other on the kitchen counter. Then he cuffed their hands behind their backs and pushed them onto the sofa.

Rivas read the two men their Miranda rights. When he finished, he took one of Rushton Tyndale’s prints from his pocket and held it toward the men. “Recognize yourselves?”

Victor peered at the photo. “Is that supposed to be us?”

Holland smiled. “That your defense? Might want to work on it.” For a moment, he turned from the men to look out at the wide vista of the city and the bay. “Quite a view, gentlemen. It’s like you’re on top of it all.”

Russell looked at him. “We are on top of it all.”

“But it’s a long way down.”

Rivas tucked the photo back in his pocket. “You didn’t expect us so early, did you? One of our guys found your keystroke logger.”

Russell mugged surprise. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You want to tell us what happened?”

“I thought you already knew,” Russell said.

“Tell us now, before lawyers get involved. Might help your case.”