“Payment confirmed. Bonus if you get the client contact list, too.”
Alex’s phone. Someone was texting him instructions in real time. I quickly screenshotted the message before it disappeared from his lock screen.
“Perfect,” Alex said, apparently finding what he was looking for. “Morrison Industries won’t know what hit them.”
The sound of sirens in the distance made my heart leap, but they also made Alex freeze. He stopped typing and tilted his head, listening.
“What the hell?” he muttered, standing up from the desk.
The sirens were getting closer. Alex moved toward the window and I realized with horror that he would see the police cars approaching. I had seconds before he discovered I was gone from the kitchen floor. I scrambled back toward the kitchen as quietly as possible, but I wasn’t fast enough. Alex’s footsteps were already moving down the hallway.
“Mia,” he called out. “Mia, where are you?”
I dove behind the kitchen island just as he entered the room. Through the gap under the cabinets, I could see his feet moving around the broken ceramic, searching.
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