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“And you’re sure the guard is uncompromised?”

“Absolutely.” Brad nods. “What do you want to do?”

“Bring him in.” My voice is low.

Brad straightens. “You want to talk to him yourself?”

“I want him in my office before the end of the day.” I meet his gaze. “And I want to know who he’s working with.”

We know of at least two accomplices. I need their identities. And if anybody else is involved.

Brad hesitates. Just enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck lift.

“There’s something else,” he tells me, reaching for the remote and clicking to a new folder on the screen. “It wasn’t only the Manhattan office that was compromised.”

He can’t quite meet my eye.

I frown. “What are you talking about?”

He brings up some more code. “Your phone and laptop. Shaun accessed them a week before the break-in. Just a couple of log entries at first. Then a full system sync.”

My stomach turns to stone.

“You’re telling me he had access to my personal communications?” I rasp. It takes a moment to remember to breathe.

Brad nods. “Yeah. I’m sorry, man.”

My mind flashes to all the things that are on my laptop. The security cameras for the lighthouse. My messages with Francie.

The video of her touching herself for me. I fucked her against the lighthouse door. All on camera. Available for Shaun to see. And whoever he’s working with.

Fuck.

“How much could he see?” I ask, barely able to get the words out.

“We don’t know yet,” Brad says carefully. “We’re pulling logs and backups. But if he mirrored the drives and the SD card…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to.

Because I already know exactly what’s at stake.

And if those videos are out there. Christ, I can’t think about that. Think about him seeing her at her most vulnerable. Think about who else has.

I promised her she was safe. That it was only me watching. That I had the cameras locked down.

She trusted me.

And I failed her.

A cold sweat breaks out along my spine. It dampens my shirt, making it stick to my skin, a contrast to the storm building inside of me.

Brad’s still talking. Something about data packets and encrypted fragments, but it’s a dull buzz against the roar in my head.

I see her face. Her smile. The way she looked at me like I was worth something. Like I made her feel safe. Free.

And I might have brought her world tumbling down.

“Drag him in here if you have to,” I say, my voice thick. “We need to know what he knows. Are the systems safe now?”