“Who?”
“Zero. I’d just gotten out of the shower. I was getting ready for bed and he was just there all of a sudden. I recognized him from when he showed up at the safe house looking for Conner. He had a knife.”
She pulled back and looked at me with wide, fear-filled eyes. “He was going to kill me.”
I shushed her softly and pressed my mouth to hers. “But he didn’t. Where did the gun come from?”
She looked away and started shaking again in earnest. It made me scowl and squeeze her a little harder on her arms where I was holding her. “Reeve . . . the gun?”
“That’s my question too, Ms. Black. That’s an unregistered firearm with no traceable serial number. Where did it come from?”
She looked at me then quickly looked away. She pulled away from me and wrapped her arms around herself. She wouldn’t pull her gaze up from the ground as she whispered, “He brought it in with him.” It was a lie. I knew it right away and it made my skin feel suddenly too tight.
I opened my mouth to call her out on it but then looked at the other detective. He was watching her and watching me and I knew that saying anything would lead to more questions that couldn’t be answered.
“Finish up with her while I go wake Race up and ask him how in the hell someone bypassed his security. I’ll be right back.” I knew I sounded angry and far less sympathetic than I should be but I couldn’t help it. She was lying and still making choices that put both of us in a tight spot legally. She was still walking in the gray and I hated it. It made me want to shake her when she looked like all she needed was a hug.
Turned out I didn’t need to wake Race up. Brysen answered the door with wide eyes and told me that he was with his tech guy in the security center of the building trying to figure out how Zero had gotten inside the fortress. She gave me directions to the basement and I went to find Race and his so-called security expert. The door was open when I got there and I was immediately confronted with an entire wall of live camera feeds. There was the front of the building, the garage, the hallways on each floor, the elevators, the roof, all of them showing the activity currently happening.
“What in the hell happened tonight?” I barked the question and neither Race nor the other guy jumped. The other guy looked at me over his shoulder behind the frames of his black Buddy Holly–style glasses and frowned. He should look like a computer geek the way he was pounding on the keyboard and tinkering with knobs and dials that made up the surveillance system but he didn’t. The guy was as tall as me and almost as ripped. He had tattoos over every visible inch of skin and a hard glint in his eyes that let me know he wasn’t scared of my size or my fury that was filling the room.
“What happened is someone turned everything off and then opened the front door for that fucker. He waltzed right in.”
“What?”
Race turned to look at me. He appeared as angry as I was and I realized his girls were just a few floors down from Reeve, so a stranger in the compound was as much of a violation to him as it was to me.
“Stark has this system set up so that no one can mess with it. It’s constantly recording and feeding into servers so we have a visual on everything at all times. Someone literally pulled the plug on it tonight, and once that was done they let the guy in. There is no footage of him going up the elevator to the loft, nothing. He kicked the door in and attacked Reeve, but since Booker is normally the only other person on that floor, no one heard her screaming. Someone called the cops when they heard gunshots and then all of a sudden the feed comes back to life like it got plugged back in.”
“All this fancy equipment and a single plug undid it all?” I knew I sounded incredulous but I couldn’t help it.
“It’s a computer. Computers need power to work.” The tattooed guy, Stark, snapped the reply and went back to messing around with the laptop. “There is a fail-safe that keeps everything recording to an external server after the power gets pulled, but that takes a little while to fire up. Plenty of time for someone to use the blackout to their advantage.”
“So who knows it’s here in the first place? Who would know where the plug was to pull? Not Roark, and not his minion.”
Race shoved his hands through his shaggy hair and shared a hard look with the computer guy.
“We’re playing earlier footage to find that out. Only a handful of people know where this place is located in the building and even fewer have the code to get in the door.”
Something flashed in his eyes like he already had the answer and was just waiting for confirmation. I lowered my voice and asked him, “How did Reeve get her hands on a gun?”
His green eyes went dark. “You’re a detective, Titus. Detect.”