“The Estate is compromised,” William said, pacing the lobby of the clinic. “He has cameras in the halls. He has access to the servers. We can’t talk there.”
“Then we don’t talk there,” Julian Sterling said. He walked over to the elevator and keyed in a code that didn’t exist on the building directory. “My father built a sub-basement for ‘off-book’ clients. It’s lead-lined. No signals in or out. Alistair can’t bug it.”
The elevator descended into the concrete bowels of the building. The doors opened to reveal a sterile, windowless room filled with old servers and medical equipment.
“This is the war room,” Julian announced.
William, Victoria, Maya, and Julian stepped inside. They were a motley crew–the heir, the singer, the doctor, and the redeemed junkie–but they were the only thing standing between Alistair and total domination.
“We can’t prove the kidnapping was fake without exposing the company,” William said, pinning Maya’s isotope report to a whiteboard. “So we don’t get him for the lie. We get him for the truth. We build a RICO case against the Syndicate, and we send him to prison for real.”