“Summer, are you okay?” Trent’s voice comes out dripping with worry.
Calling his burner in the dead of night probably has that effect.
“That’s not my name,” I say in a low voice.
“But it suits you so well.”
“Was justice ever going to catch up with Mason?” I ask a question I already know the answer to.
Silence.
“Please...” I beg. I need to hear it.
“He has everyone in his pocket. I’m sorry.” Trent sighs.
“And the people he works with? Are they all under that umbrella?”
“Not all. Some.”
“Vanguard Horizon?”
“Is this about your friend’s business problems or Mason Holt?”
“What business problems?”
“You don’t know? Montgomery Global Logistics is losing clients left and right. Some of them are on our radar, and they’re going straight to Vanguard Horizon.”
What?
I’m failing as a best friend in more ways than one.
I steady myself, letting my idea percolate with new weight.
One bullet. Two rabbits.
“Are those clients of Vanguard Horizon of interest to you?”
“Maybe.”
Opening the remote server where I stashed the documents, I zero in on one folder containing dirt on that company and its clients. My guess is that’s Mason’s leverage. Or maybe Atlas put that together. Doesn’t matter now. Only the contents are of importance. I could give Trent the foreign affairs, too, but I need the fires here, not abroad.
My thumb freezes over the send button, doubt kicking in at the last possible second.
Endangering Atlas is not a line I could cross.
“Is Mason’s son protected, too?”
“That prick is untouchable.”
“Don’t insult him!” I snap with undiluted rage.
Fuck. That’s all Trent would need to piece together what, or more likewho,I’m doing.
“What have you done, Maeve?”
Pressing send, the line goes silent, and I already regret what I did. Would it make Trent come down here and drag me away?
“How on earth did you get all of this?” he says after a long, torturous pause.
