Damien sat across from me, hands clasped together, and for the first time since he’d shown up at Ethan’s place, I actually believed he wasn’t here to start trouble.“I’ve seen them,” he said. “Not read them, just seen them. There’s a folder in dad’s office, locked cabinet behind his desk. Labeled with some code, not the drug name, but I know it’s the trial. He doesn’t trust anyone with that stuff, keeps it close.”Ethan leaned forward. “Locked how? Combination or key?”“Key. He carries it on him, but there’s a spare in his assistant’s desk, second drawer, under a bunch of old memos. I saw it once when I was looking for a stapler.”I sat there listening, arms crossed, already not liking where this was heading.“So we need to get into the office, find the spare key, open the cabinet, and get the documents out without anyone noticing,” Ethan said, like he was reading off a grocery list.“Right,” Damien said. “And dad’s office has cameras, but they’re only active when he’s not in. His ass
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