“Precisely. I’ve written a report for you and forwarded it to Taylor and Mr. Welch.”

“I’ll read it. Where’s Ryan?”

“He’s still on the road to Portland.”

“Still?”

“Yes. Let’s hope the unsub runs out of gas,” Sawyer says.

“Why do you think the driver’s a woman?” I ask.

“From the brief glimpse I got, I thought their hair was tied back.”

“That’s not definitive.”

“No, sir.”

“Keep me updated.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you, Luke. You can go.”

He turns without a word and leaves my study while I sit back down at my desk, relieved that I don’t have to fire him or Ryan, though I’ll be glad when Taylor’s back with us tomorrow evening. I contemplate Sawyer’s theory; perhaps someone is watching my parents’ place. But why? I should call my father, but I don’t want to worry him, or my mother.

Shit. What to do?

My iMac has been nagging me about the latest update to its operating system, so I decide to install it, and open my laptop to check my e-mails and Sawyer’s report.

I’m reading when my phone buzzes.

“Barney,” I answer, surprised that he’s contacting me on a Sunday.

“Welcome home, Mr. Grey.”

“Thank you. What is it?”

“I’ve been going through the CCTV footage in the server room and I’ve uncovered something.”

“You have?”

“Yes, sir. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to share it with you. I hope you don’t mind. But I figured you’d want to know. I’ll e-mail you a link and you can take a look yourself.”

“You figured right. E-mail it to me now.”

“Doing it.”

“Will you stay on the line?”

“Yes, sir. I’m anxious for you to see it.”

I smile. Barney is protective of his server room. I bet he’s as pissed as I am by the unwelcome breach. His e-mail pops into my inbox; I open it and click on the link and I’m taken to a site I’ve not seen before. There are four different boxes that look like they might be monochrome views of my server room at Grey House. “Barney, you there?”

“Yes, Mr. Grey.”

“What am I looking at?”

“This is the GEH security hub. If you click the play button in the menu on the left-hand side of the screen at the top, the footage from all the cameras within the server room will play.” I do as I’m asked, and the footage plays four different views of the room. At the bottom center of each feed there’s a date with a timer. It reads 08/10/11 07:03:10:05 and the milliseconds on the clock fly by. Via these four views, I watch a tall, slim man enter the room. He has scruffy dark hair and he’s in pale, possibly white, coveralls. He walks to one of the servers, bends to the floor, and places a small black item that’s hard to identify between two of the server cabinets. He stands and glances down at his handiwork, then, keeping his face fixed on the door, leaves.

“This is him?”

“I believe so, sir. It’s not anyone we can identify. And that’s where the incendiary device was found.”

“That’s over a week ago. How the fuck did he get in there?”

“The pass that correlates to that time of entry to the server room was issued to the cleaning crew.”

“What?” How the hell did he get ahold of that?

“Exactly. We’ll have to check that out tomorrow.” The footage freezes.

“Did you just stop the feeds?” I ask.

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you put these in a sequence?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Quickly?”

“I can do it now.”

“Has Welch seen this?”

“His team notified me of it. They’ve been combing the footage.”

“Good.”

A moment or so later my screen changes so I’m only looking at one feed. I press play again, and this time the sequence is longer, cutting between views. Each time one view finishes, I press play for the next.

“I can try and enhance the image,” Barney says, his enthusiasm bubbling over in his tone. He wants to nail this son of a bitch, too.

“Do.”

The image on my screen changes. It’s sharper.

Suddenly, my study door opens. I look up, surprised, about to rebuke the intruder. It’s Ana.

“So, you can’t enhance it further?” I ask Barney.

“Let me try something.” He’s silent as Ana walks toward me with a look of quiet determination, and before I can do or say anything she crawls into my lap.

“I think that’s as good as it’s going to get,” Barney says.

Ana puts her arms around my neck and snuggles beneath my chin, and I tighten my hold on her.

Is something wrong?

“Um, yes, Barney. Could you hold one moment?”

“Yes, sir.”

I lift one shoulder to trap and hold my phone.

“Ana, what’s wrong?”

She shakes her head, refusing to answer me. I grasp her chin and study her face, but her expression is unreadable. She frees her chin from my fingers and cuddles into me. I have no idea what’s wrong, and frankly, I’m too engrossed in what Barney has found. I drop a kiss on her head. “Okay, Barney, what were you saying?”