It was nearly midnight when Caleb and Chase arrived at Elias Dane’s apartment — a modest, minimalist space on the 28th floor of a luxury high-rise, paid for by Coles Group. A smart place for someone who knew how to stay invisible.
But they weren’t knocking.
They were already inside.
Security had intercepted Elias’ key fob as he entered the building. Now he stood frozen in his kitchen, staring at Chase and Caleb like a rabbit caught in a sniper’s scope.
“Gentlemen,” he said, trying for composure. “To what do I owe—”
“Cut the act,” Caleb growled, stepping forward. “You’ve been bleeding our servers for months.”
Elias’s smile faltered.
Chase tossed a tablet on the counter.
“This is a live trace of the code you planted. We have you. We know who you’re working for.”
Elias said nothing
