Page 99 of Secret Baby Daddy

“No recording.”

“No.”

“And the footage?”

“Not in that box.”

He gives a quiet laugh.

“Piper.”

It isn’t a question.

I say nothing.

His smile widens.

“Of course. This has her fingerprints all over it. You never had the imagination for something like this.”

There was a time that sentence would have bothered me.

Today it doesn’t.

“You’re right.”

That makes his smile disappear.

Roman studies me.

“I imagine you think you’ve accomplished something.”

“You used a master code that hasn’t been issued or documented in eleven years.”

“You identified Jonah’s authorization number without being told what it meant. You entered a restricted archive under a false premise and attempted to remove evidence connected to an extortion scheme and Jonah Reed’s death.”

“I picked up a drive.”

“You picked up the exact drive you believed contained evidence connecting you to Jonah Reed.”

Roman’s eyes stay on mine.

“That proves very little.”

“By itself?”

I nod.

“Very little.”

I reach behind me and place a thin file on the table.

His eyes drop to it.

Just once.

That’s enough.

“The safe house,” I say.