Page 40 of Deliverance

Izzy shook her head. “No, nothing. I doubt they have a paper trail. It’ll all be digital.”

Liam hummed. “I don’t know. Digital logs can be hacked. I would bet there’s a paper trail back up somewhere. Probably with Kingfisher himself.”

I inclined my head as I thought about it. Liam was right. Kingfisher was smart. Digital trails could be traced and hacked. But still, one paper log for an entire operation didn’t make sense either.

“What about the numbers we found etched on the wall?” Adrian asked. “And that symbol? Anything with that?”

Liam shook his head. “Nothing so far. Whoever did it was a bit shaky as the numbers are jagged and squiggly.”

“It was important enough that whoever they are risked being discovered doing it, though,” I pointed out.

Izzy nodded. “Agreed. I had Imani ask the girls we rescued last night if any of them did it or knew what the numbers meant, and none of them had any idea. They weren’t there long, apparently, only a couple of hours.”

“We’ll keep working on it.” Liam said. “I’m also tracking where the girls were taken from and how they got to the warehouse. It’ll just take some time.”

I bit my lip. The warehouse was a dead end unless we could process some of that DNA. “What do you think about calling in an anonymous tip to Detective Patel and letting the police department process the warehouse?” I asked the table.

Izzy’s eyebrows shot up. “You want to bring in outside help?”

“We don’t have to?—”

“No, I think it’s a good idea. I was just surprised you suggested asking for help,” she teased.

I rolled my eyes. “I can ask for help.”

Adrian and Marcus snorted simultaneously, but I ignored them. I could ask for help. Sometimes. Maybe. When I really needed it. And unfortunately, unless we bought a DNA lab, we had no way to process all of the physical evidence at the warehouse.

“I’ll call Detective Patel later today,” Izzy said. “I’ll confirm with Jasper that there won’t be anything in the warehouse that traces back to us first.”

We had worn gloves, so I wasn’t too worried, but better to be safe than sorry.

“Where are we at with the profile of Kingfisher?” Alexander asked.

“We’re still sifting through data,” Dominic said. “But I think we’ve got a solid foundation. We’ve found?—”

The conference room phone rang. I routed all calls to the other assistants on the other floors, so this had to be important. I clicked the button to answer the call, putting it on speaker.

“Stone Dynamics Security, this is Evelyn.”

“Miss Harper, this is Roy down here in the lobby.”

“Hi Roy,” I greeted. Roy was the older gentleman who worked at the reception desk in the lobby. “Is everything okay?”

“Well, I’ve got two police officers here, and they have an arrest warrant for Dominic Hayes. Something about impersonating a federal agent?”

The room went very still.

Dominic’s jaw tightened for just a second before his expression smoothed out. “It’s fine,” he said, pushing back from the table. “It’s just a misunderstanding. I’ll get it cleared up at the station.”

“I’ll have our lawyer meet you there,” Alexander said, pulling out his phone.

“That’s not necessary?—”

“It’s not up for discussion,” Alexander said firmly.

Dominic looked like he wanted to argue but nodded. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and paused at the door. “I’ll call when it’s sorted.” His eyes found mine for just a moment, then he walked out.

I got up and walked to the windows. A lone police car was parked at the curb. A minute later, Dominic exited the building, flanked by two officers as they escorted him to the car. Something heavy settled on my chest, heavy and still. I couldn’t take a deep breath.