Work moved smoothly enough that day. Too smoothly, considering what was sitting in my briefcase.
I called Val on my way out of Gray & Milton. The phone only rang once before she picked up.
"Hey," she said.
"I'm going to be late," I told her. "Still at work. Something came up."
There was a pause on the line, just long enough for me to know she was thinking. "Okay," she said finally. "Don't overdo it."
"I won't."
Not entirely a lie. Also not the truth. I'd explain everything later—after I knew what everything actually was.
Earlier that day, I'd already scanned every document with Prometheus Acquisition Index stamped anywhere on it and sent the files over to Trent. If there was anyone who could see through financial investment related smoke screens faster than me, it was him.
By the time I pulled into his driveway, the sky had already started dimming.
I didn't even get a chance to knock properly.
The door swung open almost immediately.
