I want you to hear every single word.”

He touched his silver wedding band once with his left thumb, a subtle habit he always fell back on when he was pressed to his limit.

He tapped the screen to open his corporate contacts and scrolled down to the letter V.

“It is four minutes before eight,” I said softly.

“I know,” Ethan said.

“Alan gets into his corner office at seven thirty every Friday morning without fail.”

He pressed the call button and switched the audio to speakerphone, placing the device flat on the oak table between us.