I gesture at the screen.
“Rayana gave me a license plate. She caught on to something after she was stabbed. The car her attacker used. I wanted to run it before I told Knox.”
He moves into the room slowly, his eyes never leaving my face.
“You should have come to me first.”
“I’m coming to you now.”
He looks at the screen. At Logan’s name displayed in stark white text. Something flickers across his face that I can’t quite read.
“Logan Reeves,” he says flatly.
“His company, anyway. So Logan’s people broke into the penthouse tonight. They were looking for something in Knox’s files.” I watch him carefully. “What were they looking for, Nathaniel?”
The question hangs between us. He’s still staring at the screen but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw has gone tight.
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