He picks up on the fourth ring.
"I know who that is," I say, not even letting him speak.
There's a pause.
"Who?"
I open my mouth to answer, then stop. My eyes dart toward the screen.
If I tell him now, he'll shut me out. He and Callum will go after Martin themselves, and I'll be left behind like always.
Not this time.
"Keira! Who is it?" he asks, frustration in his voice.
"I'm not telling unless you let me come with you," I say.
"Are you fucking serious, Keira?" Declan's voice rises in disbelief. "No way."
"I am serious," I say, standing up and pacing my office. "Declan, I'm the one who found this. I'm the one who's supposed to be working this."
"Keira, you are doing a lot, but this shit's different. You're not?—"
"Well, then I'm not telling you," I interrupt. "And it's going to cause more damage the longer you and Callum treat me like a fucking child."
"Keira."
"I'm serious, Dec," I stop mid-pace, nearly shouting. "I found the proof. I did the work. And I'm not handing it over just so you can lock me in a room while you handle it."
I hear him exhale sharply on the other end, the sound of frustration I know all too well.
"Jesus, Keira," he says, and I wait.
Then Declan groans low in his throat. "You're such a pain in the ass."
"Yeah, but I'm your sister, and I'm right."
There's another long pause. I know if anyone's going to bend, it'll be my twin, but even this is a stretch.
"Fine."
I blink. "What?"
"Fine," he repeats, his tone sharp. "But you're bringing Octavian."
"Ugh, fine. Okay," I say, but it feels more like an act now than before, when I really felt that way.
"Text me what you've got and don't leave anything out."
"I won't."
"Once we figure out next steps, I'll let you know."
He hangs up without another word, and I lower the phone, my hands still trembling as my chest buzzes from adrenaline.
I did it. I'm in.
I pull up the files I've been combing through and start compiling everything: screenshots of the contracts, the names of the shell companies, the documents with Martin's signature.
