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CHAPTER 22

Ron Woznick jumped up from the dark gray couch when Seth entered the apartment.

“It’s just me,” Seth said and closed the door behind him. “Aren’t you supposed to be walking the streets to make sure Ressler isn’t lurking about?”

The apartment was completely furnished. A dark gray couch and white rectangular dining table and chairs stood in the living room. There was even a large black and white striped carpet under the coffee table.

“I was waiting for you.” The New York detective sat back down. “I thought Clary would be important enough to get your immediate attention. I didn’t think it’d take you this long to get here.”

“She is, that was why I was with her.” He took a seat on the other end of the couch.

Ron’s brows flicked up, and he pointed to the stack of books on the glass top of the coffee table.

Seth frowned. “Thinking of studying electrical engineering?”

“I knew these were textbooks. They aren’t mine.” Ron pushed the stack closer to Seth. “Same textbooks as the ones you used in college?”

“I never went to college.”

Ron brows rose. “And you’re a CEO?”

“Clary was a social worker. She’s now a CEO.”

“She graduated from one of the best schools in the world. At least the Internet says it’s one of the best business schools.”

“You googled her.”

“Everyone does that these days.”

Seth picked up the book on top and thumbed through it. He’d had his scholarship and even his textbooks ready, but then everything fell apart—more so than it normally did. “These are college textbooks.”

“I thought you didn’t go to college.”

“Doesn’t mean I’ve never read them.” Though Seth didn’t have the time or money for college, he had already gone through his textbooks even before he applied.

He’d always been interested in figuring out how things worked, and Holly—when she was in a good mood—had no issues with buying him whatever books and Lego sets he wanted.

“Ressler was a psychology professor,” Ron said. “What was he doing with these?”

“Could be any number of things.” Seth put down the book in his hand and picked up another, thumbing through it too. There weren’t any highlighted paragraphs or dog-eared pages. “He could be up to anything to do with electricity.”

“Could he figure out how to cut the security system from those books?” Ron asked.

“I suppose, but he’d need to have a good understanding of how EB Co.’s security system is run.”

“Everything is run by electricity.”

Seth nodded. “That’s why everyone has backup generators these days. Plus, EB Co. is a bank—with safes. I’m sure they have backup system after backup system in place.” Then again, the operating system the bank was using was ancient.

If they hadn’t upgraded their systems, then it certainly was possible that the security system was vulnerable.

“Maybe you should have a look,” Ron said.

“Do you know how many circuits are needed to run a building? I’m not going to just ‘have a look’ and find anything.” Seth flipped through another of the thick books, and pieces of yellow paper tumbled out.

He glanced toward the paper, but was more interested in the page where the paper had been.

“Letters,” Ron said. “From Tamara to Ressler, I think.”

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