Fabricio sighed. “You need someone with security clearance and door codes.”

“Which you have.”

“Yes.” Fabricio plopped himself on the sofa.

“Let’s talk security cameras.” Nita crossed her arms. “What do you know?”

“They have them? I don’t know much more.”

“Guards?”

“There’s always some.” He shrugged. “If we go in the side entrance, you shouldn’t encounter any, but they’ll come if they hear noise.”

Nita nodded to herself, already making a mental list of things she’d need to do. “How far can your codes get us?”

“I can get you into the building, I can get you right to the computers that can access all the information you need. But that’s as far as I can go. I don’t have the passwords to get into the mainframe.”

Nita crossed her arms and stared at him. “Really?”

“Really.” He ran his uninjured hand through his hair. “Look, if I could get into my father’s information, don’t you think I would have done so before now? I would have left Buenos Aires years ago. I’d have sold some random information, taken the money, and run.”

“Why?” Nita met his eyes. “Why would you have run?”

His mouth snapped closed. “I have my reasons.”

“If you really wanted to run, you’d have tried, money or not.”

“I did try. Once.”

Nita blinked. “Pardon?”

“I tried. When I was . . . thirteen? Fourteen? I can’t recall. I didn’t make it far before I was recaptured.” He shuddered softly. “Let’s just say your mother wasn’t the first person to remove some body parts.”

Nita stared, remembering the first time she’d seen Fabricio, with his bare feet, missing toes. Her mother had told her they’d been sold online by the collector who owned him. But there had never been any collector, just his father.

Nita didn’t want to think too hard about what that said about Fabricio’s father, or how she felt about that, so she barreled ahead. “Fine. So you don’t have the passwords to get us in. Who does?”

He looked away. “My father.”

Nita shook her head. She didn’t want to go directly against Alberto Tácunan unless she absolutely had to. “Who else?”

“That’s it.”

“That can’t be it. He can’t run the entire company by himself. Other people need to have access.”

“People have access to individual things they’re working on.” Fabricio shrugged. “But you want everything? Only one man has the password to get all the information.”

Nita pressed her lips together. It wasn’t ideal, but she was prepared for this.

She smiled at Fabricio. “Then I guess we’re going to have to get the password from your father.”

“You’ll die.”

“Perhaps.” Nita tilted her head and met Fabricio’s eyes. “Or maybe he will.”

Fabricio just stared at her before a bitter smile crossed his face. “If only.”