Belonging to Lockhart
Without thinking, I called security.
“Security desk, Briggs speaking.”
“Is Amaris Kennerly still in the building?”
A pause. I could hear him checking the logs. “Yes, sir. She hasn’t clocked out yet.”
Relief warmed my chest until the lights blinked off. A few seconds later, the emergency generators kicked in, casting my office in a cold, sterile glow.
I straightened. “Briggs, talk to me. What the hell is going on with the power?”
“We’re not sure, sir. Looks like a full-system outage. Fire detectors triggered on two floors the ninetieth and the twenty-second. We dispatched teams to both.”
Bab Populer